Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)(54)

As soon as he slung his leg over the bike, he grabbed my hands and yanked me against his back without saying a word. That one move hopelessly soaked my panties, and I groaned into his ear.

He revved the engine once, then reached behind me and slapped my ass.

Oh, yeah, he’d definitely heard that.

At least I wasn’t going to be the only one uncomfortable.

Luca started on the road, but when he reached the fork that would take us to the highway, he turned toward downtown instead. Within minutes, he was taking a sharp turn into the little travel lodge beside Joy’s Elbow Room.

Tearing off his helmet, he jabbed a finger at me. “Stay right there.”

Then he marched into the front office.

Unsure of what was happening, I took off my helmet and climbed off the motorcycle, standing beside it. Through the window of the office, I watched Luca push cash across the counter, sign a paper, then the clerk handed him a key.

The first flutters of anticipation crowded my belly.

There was only one reason he’d rent a motel room.

And I was all in.

Luca strode out of the office, his hand reaching out to me. Leaving the bike behind, I went to him, letting him guide me to room 108.

As soon as the door was unlocked, he shoved me inside, kicked it closed, and shrugged out of his jacket.

“Clothes off,” he barked.

Even with his harsh order, he carefully unzipped my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders, throwing it on top of his.

Neither of us was careful after that. Something snapped. We were a flurry of movement, tossing clothes aside, kicking off shoes, ripping away everything until we were all skin.

Luca was on me, gripping my nape to spin me away from him and latching on to my throat. He pushed me into the dresser, which was waist height, and bent me so my chest lay across the top.

The next moment, his mouth was on my pussy, eating me so hungrily I couldn’t have stopped the bone-deep cry that escaped if I’d tried.

His fingers dug into my thighs, keeping them apart as he fucked me with his tongue. He ate my pussy and ass, his lips and teeth leaving no part of me untouched. Then his fingers joined, thrusting into me deep and hard.

All I could do was grip the sides of the dresser and let him have control over me, what we did, everything. His hold was so firm and unyielding I couldn’t even grind against him. I had to take what he gave me.

Thank everything holy Luca was a giver.

He had me boneless and coming in minutes. The sounds he coaxed out of me were animalistic and completely foreign. I had never growled and whined once in my life, but it slipped from me naturally with this man plowing his tongue between my thighs.

“Please, Luca.”

His lips were on the juncture between my ass and thigh, sucking hard and nibbling softly. When he finished, he licked a line following the curve of my ass, then he rose behind me, bending over my sprawled torso to bring his mouth beside my ear.

“Please, what, pretty girl?”

I wiggled my hips against him, finally able to move, if only a little. “I need you.”

His chuckle was gritty and taunting. “You admit to needing me?”

“Yes. I do. And I want you even more.”

His forehead fell to my shoulder blade. “Fuck. You can’t say that to me if you want me to last.”

“I don’t care how long you last as long as I get to feel you inside me.”

“That’s it.” His weight lifted off me, fingers curling around my hips, yanking me into his pelvis. I spread my legs without being told, giving him all the space he needed.

One warning was all I got. The head of his cock aligned with my entrance for a fleeting beat before he slammed all the way in, knocking my hip bones into the edge of the dresser and robbing me of breath.

My head reared back, eyes flying wide, and that was when I spotted the mirrored closet facing us, giving me a perfect view of Luca’s tightly muscled body dominating mine.

And that was what he was doing. My will was his. My pleasure at his command. He held me how he wanted, thrusting into me with a force that would have been blinding if I hadn’t been so fucking enchanted by our reflection.

His teeth captured his bottom lip. His eyes were on me, on the space where we were joined. It was heady knowing that, without a doubt, the focus of his concentration was solely on me. He watched himself pump his thick cock into me over and over while I watched the effect it had on him.

“I’ve been walking around hard for you since you ruined my sheets.” He slid his palm along my spine and trailed back down to my ass, spreading me with his fingers.

“There’s only so much I can take, Saoirse. My home smells like you. Now I’m gonna ride my bike with memories of your body wrapped around mine. You’re everywhere.”

“You’re everywhere for me too,” I panted. “I think about you when I make myself come.”

“Good. If you think about anyone else, I’ll kill them.”

I grinned in delirium. This man was out of his mind. “What if they’re famous?”

He smacked my ass. “Don’t play with me. Not when I’m inside you.”

I arched my ass and moaned as he smacked me again. “But what if I really, really like sparkly vampires?”

The growl he let out was feral. “I look good in fangs.”

“You’re crazy.”