Lilly is limp in my arms as I place her gently on her bed, her head resting against the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Lilly…” I say her name, but all she can manage is a mumble of something incoherent. I hang my head, my dick groaning at the missed opportunity that’s slowly disappearing.
I wish I were buried deep inside that gorgeous pussy as well, I tell my dick.
“Luca…” I still, my heart racing.
Did she just say my real name?
How?
“Dormire, Sleep,” she says in Italian.
This is the first time I’ve heard her speak my mother tongue, and I like it. It’s probably for the best that we didn’t go any further, we’re both full of complications at the moment. This was just an animalistic need brought on by whisky. That’s it, whisky and wine.
Pulling back the duvet, I turn on my side and spoon Lilly with my arm wrapping around her. It’s nice to feel wanted for me and not for who I am.
6
Lilly
A heavy arm is lying over me, and a large palm is cupping my breast in a familiar way. It takes me a couple of moments to remember where I am and who I’m with. I have no idea what time it is because it’s dark, which it is most of the time here in winter. It could be one in the morning or three in the afternoon, who knows? What I do know is Luke is sleeping soundly against me, with an enormous hard-on, which is pressed into my back. That can’t be comfortable.
Memories of what happened earlier in the afternoon return in all their technicolor, then I remember falling asleep after one too many orgasms. No wonder men fall asleep so quickly, one orgasm must feel like multiple for women.
Man, Luke’s a dirty talker. I don’t think anyone has ever dirty-talked me, or if they have, it was probably cringe-worthy, and I made them stop. But Luke, wow! Maybe it’s the accent or maybe Italian men know how to sex a lady properly.
The way he teased my body was indescribable. No one has ever spent that amount of time on foreplay before. Usually, it’s just a couple of licks or some finger bangs hoping you hurry up and get wet, so they can get their rocks off. But Luke, he just…
Shivers break out over my body remembering the way he lavished me. And what a gentleman as well, falling asleep right with me, even though he was probably beyond turned on and maybe a little miffed. Some guys would’ve woken me up and demanded that I finish them. I know for sure Rob would have.
My stomach turns just thinking about my ex. I know now that what I had with Rob wasn’t love, it wasn’t even damn lust. And to think I was going to marry that man and put up with a non-existent sex life. He most certainly wouldn’t have a non-existent one—he’d probably be out shagging every single woman he could find. Totally dodged a bullet there, even though I’m not looking forward to the conversation with my parents about why Rob and I are no longer together. I’m sure it will be all my fault, and I’ll have brought shame across the family. They’ll yell at me about how they won’t be able to socialize with his parents anymore now we’re not together.
No. Don’t let them ruin your newfound singleness.
I turn and look at the stranger in my bed. This is so unlike me to have a one-night stand or whatever this is. I used to be a relationship kind of girl—four dates or more before you get sex. Now, this is the second one I’ve had. I have always followed the rules and look where that got me—a cheating fiancé, heartbreak, and a lifetime of trust issues.
Maybe I should think about throwing the rules out the window.
You kind of already have. That’s right, inner me, I have.
I disappeared halfway across the world and ended up in bed with a hot Italian who gave me multiple orgasms. See what happens when you throw the rules out the window? Good things happen.
Rolling myself over in Luke’s arms, I stop and stare at him. Totally creepy, I know, but it’s the only chance I can get without it being weird. His dark hair floppily hangs over his face. My fingers itching to move it away, so I can look at him in all his glory. His square jaw sees the start of his five o’clock shadow.
Will I get another chance with him? Or was it a one-off mix of too much whisky and wine kind of thing?
Who’s this man?
Why is he in the middle of the Scottish Highlands?
Why is he not with his family, especially an Italian family? I can’t imagine they would be happy about him not being home for the holidays.
Is he single? My stomach drops for a moment. I didn’t think about if he had a partner or not as I pulled him into my bed earlier.
Oh, shit. Shit.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Luke’s voice makes me jump.
“No,” I say quickly. His eyes are still closed.
“Feels like you are.” A smirk falls across his lips.
“Are you single?”
His eyes open wide. “I’m no cheater, Lilly.” His voice dips low at my question.
“I just…”
“I’d never have let it go as far as it did if I was.” He sits
