The moment the words left my mouth, Luca was on me.
No second guessing, no hesitation. One moment, we were sitting up, staring at each other, and the next, I was lying on my back, looking up at him.
His mouth crashed into mine like he'd been holding back for years. Not days. Not weeks. Years. Deciding that he didn't like me under him, his hands gripped my hips with bruising force as he hauled me up, straddling his lap, his kiss all teeth and fire.
"You don't get to disappear again," he growled into my mouth, voice broken and raw. "Not without knowing you're mine."
His hands were under my shirt before I could reply—ripping it over my head with zero finesse, leaving threads in the air. Fingers fumbled at the clasp of my bra like it personally offended him, and when it finally fell, he buried his face in my chest like he'd been starved.
I gasped as his tongue dragged over my nipple, hot and wet, before he sucked it between his lips with enough force to make my back arch.
"Luca—"
