We leave Gio to handle Ivan’s guy. As soon as the door shuts, I push GreenLee up against it, slamming my lips to hers. She moans, sliding her hand into my hair, tongue slipping into my mouth. My hands roam her body, landing on her ass. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
God, she feels good wrapped around me.
I never thought I’d feel like this. Never wanted a wife. But the last few days? I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t see myself going back to drunk nights and emotionless s*x with strangers.
“Luca?” she pulls back, breathless. I rest my forehead against hers.
“Luca, I’m covered in blood.”
“So?” I grin. “I like this look on you. It suits you.” I nip at her neck.
“Oh really?” she raises a brow.
“Yes. What you did in there… was so f*****g hot. I want you so bad
