L'amore: The Luminara Series (73 page)

When we return home, Grandpa has the fire lit and Granny is in the kitchen making a pot of butternut squash and chorizo soup with baked bread for lunch—my favourite. Maybe this is what I need to cure my queasiness.

Mr. Carlin is having a nap and Mum is painting in the sunroom.

“We’re just going to dry off and change, then we’ll be down shortly,” I shout through to the kitchen. I close and lock our door and shiver as I realise I’ve left the window open and the wind is gusting through. I secure the window closed and rub my arms to create some heat.

Kicking off his shoes, Lucca takes his wet jeans and T-shirt off. Moistening my lips, I admire his glorious body. Every time he’s exposed, I marvel at his sprawling, bulky shoulders. There is something very attractive and sexy about his masculinity.

“It is freezing in here. I am so cold,” he says, checking the thermostat on the radiator.

“It is, but you’re very, very hot, Mr. Caruso, and you’re core teasing me looking like that,” I seductively say, watching his cock harden and expand in his tight fitting briefs.

“Am I now? I might just have to do something about that,” he rasps, striding towards me.

I lift my dress over my head, my teeth chattering together with the cool air, and undo my messy bun so my hair tumbles down my back.

His breath hitches. “Wow, I love your new lingerie. You look very sexy. I would say you were a cock tease. Fuck the towels, I am heating you up in bed.”

Suddenly, I’ve lost my chill and my temperature is on the up and boiling away as he presses his erection against my lower tummy with his hands on my ass, pulling me further into him and dirty kisses me.

Lacing my fingers in his wet hair, I thrust my heavy breasts against his chest. A drop of water falls from his hair onto my cleavage, and I watch as he leans down and licks it away.

Sweet Jesus.

Erotic as hell.

Oh my.

I move my hands to his ass, my grip firm as I bite his bottom lip. “Pregnancy is making me extra horny. I need you desperately,” I moan into his mouth as his tongue assaults mine. I’m always horny, but my body seems to be extra sensitive and responsive to his touch.

My panties are drenched with my arousal. Moving the tiny piece of wet satin, he slips two fingers inside me, tormenting the contracting muscles in my sex. Then he slides the moisture over my folds until he flicks my clit.

“That’s so good,” I groan, spreading my legs for him.

He slides his fingers out of my hot core and brushes my bottom lip. “Open,” he instructs.

Taking his fingers, I seductively lick my arousal from his fingers.

“Jesus, you are going to undo me right here. Now that is hot. See how good you taste?”

I turn him around so that he’s near the bed then push him down so his back hits the mattress. Propping himself up, he leans on his elbows to stare at me, and I can’t help myself. I step back and give him a view. I suddenly feel like a siren and want to seduce him. Then I want to ride him senseless.

His blue eyes greedily lust for me, trying to draw me closer. I wave my finger at him cheekily.

“Quit tormenting me and get that sexy ass over here,” he guffaws. He reaches his hands out to grab me but I move back.

“No touching yet, Romeo.”

I wave my finger at him again, looking very devilish, raising my brow and spreading my lips with a sultry grin. I take my hands down to my tummy then trail them further so that my fingers are hooked just under the edge of my panties. I ping them and leave one hand there and the other travels up to massage my sensitive breasts.

“Fucking hell, are you trying to kill me?” His erection strains and twitches against the fabric of his tight boxers, and he’s ready to launch himself on me. I’m torturing him.

I seductively trail my fingers over the blue flower motifs on my bra strap then over the swell of my breasts. My thumbs flick over my erect nipples and I softly moan. Gripping the mesh of my bra, I pull the cups down so my breasts spring free. The heat in Lucca’s eyes scorches right through me, burning every inch of my skin.

This flame is still rising. I’m not done yet. I sensuously move both my hands over my breasts then pinch my nipples. Lucca chokes watching me, and his cheeks inflame. Then I slowly unfasten the bra freeing my breasts completely.

“Lexi …” He warns me. The last time I touched myself for him, he was in control and still had contact, his hands were still on my body and he was pressed against me. This is killing him, he has no control.

The sound of my name on his tongue in the sexy, husky rasp arouses me even more. Yearning for this, I move one hand back down to my panties and slip it inside to feel my hot, wet sex. I smile seductively at my handsome Italian god then run my teeth across my bottom lip.

“Fuck me,” he hisses, and because I’m feeling confident, I give him a little tease.

“Are you asking or telling?” I reply.

“Both,” he grinds out, clenching his jaw.

“Good, because that’s exactly what I want.”

Pregnancy is screwing with my hormones. I kind of like this new me.

Screwing?

Appropriate!

I’m not going to make myself come. I want him to do that, but I do want to tease him. Hooking the fingers of my other hand under the elastic, I wiggle and slither them off my legs, planning to touch myself again, but I don’t get that far.

In a flash, Lucca pounces and grabs me around the waist.

“That was hot as fuck, but now I need to touch you. That was cruel, baby, and I cannot wait.” He devours my mouth with kisses so hard that my lips will surely bruise. Then he leans back pulling me down so my knees straddle him.

He slides up the bed then pulls me further up so my sex is spread above his face. His tongue slides into me again and again. Then he teases my clit. I arch my back, circling my hips and pushing my folds against the incursions of his delicious tongue.

He slides three fingers inside me, rubbing the wall of my throbbing sex while his tongue penetrates my sweet spot. Coming undone, I bite down on my lip to stifle my cries as a rip-roaring orgasm shreds through me, stiffening my body with pleasure. Every vibrating nerve ending orbits me into a euphoric fantasy where all I can see are stars behind my eyelids.

He kisses my sex and flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit another few times after sliding his fingers out. Then he kisses my tummy in several places, spreading my arousal.

Still shaking, I slide down his body, but he already has his boxers off. He grabs my hips and my eyes jolt open from the intense force of his cock thrusting into me. I drive further down onto his shaft with every plunge as my body trembles.

“You are driving me crazy,” he whispers, conscious we’re being too loud, then hisses through clenched teeth.

“I cannot take this slow right now, baby. I am going to fuck you fast.” He flips me over just before I reach climax, and I’m on all fours as I moan at the loss of his cock.

“Do not scream.” He bangs into me with such force that he slides me up the bed.

Bloody hell.

Slamming.

Shoving.

Pounding.

He grips my hips. Then, with might and determination, he fucks me over and over, breathing frantically and muttering as he tries to muffle his own cries. I have to bite down on a pillow to mask my cries.

“I know, baby, let it go. Come for me now.” He yanks me upward so he can grasp my breast while his other hand teases my clit again.

I whimper, biting my lip when an earth shattering orgasm tears through me sparking my fuse and setting me on fire. My knuckles are white from gripping the pillow so hard.

“Jesus fuck, Lexi.”

He stiffens, gently smacking my lower back and digging his fingers into my skin. Reaching his own climax, he buries himself deep inside me filling me with his sperm. He doesn’t stop. After another few quick thrusts to my hot, already sensitive sex, he collapses on top of me.

Intoxicated.

Satiated.

Relaxed.

We are wet all over again but from perspiration.

Holy shit that was amazing.

“Warmer?”

“Hmmm, roasting hot,” I reply lazily.

After soft, sweet kissing and lazy strokes across each other’s skin, Lucca eventually pulls the covers back. He gets some tissues from the bathroom to clean us up and comes in beside me pulling the covers over us.

“Doc, did I hurt you? Is the baby safe?” He realises he couldn’t refrain and take things slow and gentle. There’s panic in his voice.

“Yes, it’s perfectly safe to have sex, Lucca.” I turn around to lie on my side to face him.

“I know that, I mean, is it safe for me to fuck you so hard and deep?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Good. The thought of not being able to fuck you would kill me.” He bites his bottom lip and brushes his thumb over my own lip.

“Fran … and I, we … um,” he doesn’t elaborate.

He notices the look of hurt on my face. I don’t want to think of him and Fran experiencing this.

“Do not worry. I know what you are thinking, and Fran was not … well, she never let me touch her when she was pregnant, so I did not have to consider if sex is safe during pregnancy. We were not romantically close during that period. Our relationship was different and in no way like what we have.” Instantly he regrets mentioning Fran because his face tenses up.

“Oh.” He’s said it diplomatically and without elaborating on their sex life, it’s enough to pacify me.

“But, Doc, forget that. I plan to satisfy you all through your pregnancy. I am glad it is safe and you still want sex. It would seriously kill me not being inside you,” he says cupping one of my breasts then settles on my hip.

“Well, Romeo, just as well because I’m very horny and plan on having you in me as much as I can, like anywhere and anytime,” I reply, yawning.

“Thank the Lord for that. Lexi?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you, dolcezza, and I love our baby. You have no idea.” He kisses my temple and moves a tendril of hair away from my face.

“We love you too. So much it hurts.”

I snuggle into his chest, fighting against my heavy eyes until I drift off. When I wake, he’s not here but the bed is warm. I hear the shower so I sit up and hold my stomach. I run into the bathroom and curl over the toilet to vomit. Groaning, I hug the bowl before flushing.

He moves to the end of the shower curtain and frowns watching me.

“Doc, I wish I could take this feeling away.” He sighs.

“I hate being pregnant, it sucks,” I moan.

He chuckles. “You were not saying that earlier on when you were frisky.”

“Well, that’s the only perk. This is torture. Why on earth do women put themselves through this?”

I brush my teeth then hop in the shower and wash him all over. He then reciprocates, cleansing my body and washing my hair. Because I know we’re not going anywhere and it’s turned into a rainy, miserable day, I put on tartan pyjama bottoms, a grey yoga top, and thick sleep socks.

I manage to eat some soup and keep it down. When we finish our late lunch, Lucca offers to make dinner tonight. Granny, Grandpa, and Mr. Carlin go to the senior citizens club in the village community centre, accompanied by Nate, so Mum and I cuddle up on the sofa and watch
Marley and Me
.

It gets me every time. I have a hormonal sob at the end of the movie and feel guilty for neglecting the dogs. I slip into my hunter Wellingtons and put Mum’s wax jacket on to take the dogs out. Lloyd lurks closely behind, but I don’t mind so much now. I’m grateful for their protection.

I offer to help Lucca but he says he has it under control. I’m desperate for the family to enjoy his wonderful culinary skills since I’ve been bragging on about them.

Mum shows me the paintings she’s been working on as part of her therapy, and I’m amazed at how good she is. She has a natural talent, and she’s very creative. Mostly, they are landscape portraits of various Scottish sceneries, but there are also a few still life drawings.

“Wow, these are amazing. You’re very gifted. You could sell these. They’re that good.”

She blushes. “It’s just a hobby, but I do enjoy it. I’ve been taking lessons. I go to a class in Inverness, hence the still life drawings.” I remember Grandpa telling me that Mum applied to art school before she went travelling to Australia with her friend
. Before she was taken
. It was always her aspiration to paint and I’m glad she’s now pursuing her dreams. I’m so proud of her.

“Mum, you could sketch or paint a portrait of the baby when it arrives. You know how I’ve always hated photographs, but Lucca has truly helped me with that photo book. I’m thinking I might like paintings or portraits of our baby, you know canvas memories.”

“I would be thrilled. I think it’s a wonderful idea. One of my biggest regrets is that I don’t have any baby pictures of you and Cameron …” Her voice trails off. “I’ve photographed it up here.” She taps her head and smiles. “I remember everything. Every little look, expression, giggle, frown, cry, and laugh. Cameron hated being cuddled, but you would lie in my arms all day, every day, and I would just watch your face for hours.”

“Oh, that reminds me … I have something extra for you.” I’ve already given them their gifts, but I haven't given her the journal. I take her hand and lead her into my room and find it in my case.

“Here.”

“What’s this?”

“It’s just a journal, but this is how Lucca helped me communicate with him. If I was struggling to talk and needed to relieve my anxiety, I’d write it all down. I have a few now, and I still try to write in them because it really helps me. Sometimes I can’t because I find it hard, then other times I can’t stop. I thought maybe you’d like to try it.”

She strokes her fingers over it. “It’s precious, thank you. I’m very blessed to have you.”

“Don’t thank me. It was Lucca’s idea. Mum, I love him so much. He’s so good for me.” I sigh with contentment, feeling a warm and blissful flutter settle in my stomach.

She draws me in close for an affectionate embrace, stroking my hair and kissing the side of my head. “I know, honey. I know you do.”