The Call (Another Love Book 2), page 20
“You don’t have to promise anyone anything. I see you. I know exactly who you are. Your love for me is all encompassing, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
Luciana toyed with the ring on Sam’s finger. “Looks beautiful.”
“When it was given by you…I didn’t expect anything less.”
Luciana narrowed her eyes. “You know, I think we should take this to the bedroom. If you’re feeling up to it.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Sam rushed out of Luciana’s lap, smirking as she pulled her up to her feet. For the first time since the explosion, Sam felt settled in every sense of the word. Yes, she ached when she woke up in the morning, but right now? Right now, she was feeling more than happy to take this to the bedroom. “Come on. We have some making up to do.”
Luciana could barely contain her excitement. When it came to Sam and her body, she often found herself rendered speechless, but tonight was going to mean more than any other night they’d spent together. Now that Sam had a ring on her finger, Luciana could only imagine how different everything would feel. If her heart felt it, her body would, too. Before she’d joined Sam by the fire, Luciana had taken a shower and prepared the bedroom how she wanted it. Candles which let off a soft glow flickered—away from anything that may catch fire— and warmed oil waited to be drizzled all over Sam’s skin.
Luciana pushed the bedroom door open, the scent of lavender enveloping her as she pulled Sam in behind her. “So, I thought maybe I could offer you a massage.”
“A massage?”
Luciana shrugged. “Yeah. You’ve been tense lately. You deserve to be pampered.”
“Well, I’m not going to turn down a massage.” Sam lifted her T-shirt from her body. “So, where do you want me?”
Sam had that sparkle in her eyes. That look. A look that could turn Luciana to jelly at any given moment.
“I, uh…” Luciana shook her head, removing the aroused thoughts from her mind. This night wouldn’t end with just a massage, but Luciana would like to remain composed long enough to actually give Sam what she was offering. “O-on the bed.”
“Completely naked, or…?”
“Probably best if you take everything off, yeah.”
Luciana watched Sam slip her sweats from her legs, her underwear swiftly following. Sam’s eyes didn’t once leave Luciana’s, a craving within them Luciana knew they both felt. A craving that only Sam could ever cause so deep inside Luciana.
Everything was laid out as it should be, fresh, fluffy towels covering the huge bed and the comforter topping it. As much as Luciana wanted to get down to business with her fiancée, Sam deserved to be worshipped. Relaxed. Cared for.
Luciana remained silent as Sam climbed onto the bed, lying down on her front. She truly had no words for this moment. Sam was a masterpiece.
Luciana took the jug of warm oil from the nightstand, smiling as Sam made herself comfortable on her stomach. With her naked body fully on display, her bronzed skin sending Luciana wild, she tilted the jug and dripped oil between Sam’s shoulder blades. Watching in delight as it rolled down her spine, a moan spilled from Sam’s lips, breaking Luciana from her thoughts.
She removed her sweats, straddling Sam’s ass and shifting until they were both comfortable. Starting at the base of Sam’s spine, Luciana worked her thumbs up Sam’s back until she reached her neck. Her fingertips caressed the skin beneath them, and with Sam’s hair pulled up into a high bun, it provided Luciana with the most delicious view of her neck and shoulders. Repeating the movement, Luciana felt Sam’s entire body relax under her touch.
“Oh, God,” Sam mumbled, her face buried in the pillow beneath her head. “T-that feels amazing.” Sam wasn’t sure she had ever felt such incredible hands on her body, igniting her skin with each move. Luciana continued to work the muscles in Sam’s back, every fibre of Sam’s being bursting with unimaginable pleasure.
Luciana climbed off Sam, once again taking the jug of oil from the nightstand. This time moving lower, Luciana drizzled the oil over Sam’s ass cheeks and thighs. Thrilled when Sam’s hips moved of their own accord, her body arched on the bed from the sensation. Luciana now had a flawless view of Sam’s glistening sex. The oil slid down her swollen lips, a guttural moan falling from Sam’s mouth.
“Feel okay?” Luciana smirked but her voice gave nothing away. As far as Sam was concerned, this was just a massage.
“Mm. Yes.”
“Good. Just relax, babe.”
Luciana’s hands glided over Sam’s ass cheeks, kneading the strong muscles as she alternated with her thighs. Luciana’s hands ached to touch Sam in other places…but not yet. She continued to work Sam’s thighs with her thumbs, moving higher and kneading her ass once again. With every movement, Luciana opened Sam up to her, engorged lips now slick with not only oil, but arousal, too.
“S-shit, Luce,” Sam gasped, forcing herself down against the bed. She needed more. Her body had missed Luciana. “Baby…”
Luciana removed her boy shorts and tank top, climbing back on top of Sam. Adding a little oil to the front of her own body, Luciana leaned down over Sam, her nipples brushing Sam’s ass and lower back.
Sam groaned as Luciana moved higher, taking her earlobe between her teeth, nipping and sucking. Teasing. Not only was Luciana creating some of the most powerful sensations Sam had ever felt, her body was covering Sam’s. Slipping up and down, grinding, God, it was almost too much.
Sam lifted her head, turning it and capturing Luciana’s lips. Luciana immediately noticed the hunger in Sam’s eyes—black with desire—but that only spurred her on. It only encouraged Luciana to give Sam exactly what she wanted. What they both needed.
Sam sat up on her elbows, moaning when Luciana slid her hand around her stomach, inching higher and rolling her fingertips over Sam’s painfully hard nipples. Tugging, pinching, gasp after gasp continued to catch in Sam’s throat.
Both slick, Luciana ground against Sam, fresh arousal coating her own thighs when Sam pulled and sucked on Luciana’s bottom lip. Nothing had ever felt so good. Sam slid her tongue into Luciana’s mouth, her breath catching when Luciana’s hand returned to her chest, caressing Sam’s skin and teasing her breasts.
Luciana lifted up off Sam, rolling her over onto her back. She positioned her body against Sam’s, their legs tangling together.
“Baby…” Sam gripped Luciana’s face, her eyes begging, desperate for more.
Luciana braced herself on her forearm, her freehand gliding down Sam’s taut stomach. Stopping above the small strip of dark hair, Luciana’s lips worked Sam’s neck. Every touch was passionate. Every kiss held the potential to shatter their world. Fervent. Craving. Sensual. As Luciana lifted her head, smiling into a kiss, her fingertips pressed firmly against Sam’s clit. Sam shook, lifting her hips.
“You feel,” Luciana said against Sam’s lips, smirking, “so fucking good.”
Sam lifted her hand—Luciana’s working her clit—and slipped her thumb into Luciana’s mouth. Luciana sucked gently, Sam’s mouth falling open with a moan as her eyes fluttered closed momentarily. This intensity felt new; perhaps it was the official proposal earlier this evening.
As Luciana’s hand worked Sam harder, their eyes locked. Foreheads pressed together, Luciana suddenly slid two fingers inside Sam, deep. Sam’s world almost shattered, her walls pulsing and throbbing around Luciana’s slender fingers. This moment was something else.
Sam revelled in Luciana’s touch, her soft mouth roaming down her chest, those full lips enveloping her nipple. Luciana suddenly slipped out of Sam, her hand ghosting up Sam’s stomach, her chest, her neck, until Sam found Luciana’s fingers—wet with her arousal—pushing past her lips. Sam tasted herself, Luciana hurtling her towards the edge when those same fingers landed in Luciana’s mouth, her tongue lapping up Sam’s juices.
Luciana moaned. “Fucking beautiful.”
When Luciana’s hand returned to Sam’s arousal, her fingers pushing back inside, Sam almost lost her mind. Luciana really was driving her insane. As her fingers pushed deep and slow, the sound of sex filling the room, Sam ran her own hand down her stomach, touching herself with a perfect pressure. Her cries grew louder, Luciana’s crystal blue eyes trained on her hand. Sam knew how much Luciana loved it when she touched herself. After this evening, it was the least Sam could do.
Luciana became breathless. There was something incredibly satisfying about watching herself fuck Sam, her fiancée writhing and moaning, begging for the opportunity to come undone. Luciana curled her fingers, lowering her mouth to Sam’s clit and taking over from Sam’s hand.
A strangled cry ripped from Sam’s throat, her aching clit being sucked while Luciana hit that spot inside her. “O-oh,” Sam whimpered, forcing her head back into the pillow, her fingers tangling in Luciana’s long, blonde hair. “S-shit! Fuck!”
Sam shuddered, her thighs clamping around Luciana’s hand. She rocked, trembled, as shockwaves coursed through her. Sam’s heels dug into the bed and her ass lifted, convulsing when Luciana brought her to another orgasm. Sam’s world turned dark and her breathing grew laboured, but God she felt good. Luciana had just erased the entire past week, the pain and horror. Luciana had just given Sam the absolute time of her life. Potentially the orgasm of her life, too.
“Babe?” Luciana’s sweet voice brought Sam back to reality. “You okay?”
“In your hands…always.”
18
Sam crept out of the bedroom, the wood flooring beneath her bare feet warming with the help of the log-burning fire. Luciana was in the kitchen, the blaring music and the clanging of utensils giving her away. Sam appreciated the lie-in Luciana had offered her this morning; her body ached from head to toe. Last night had been beautiful, their connection unquestionable, but she did need some pain meds. She wasn’t fully healed, but she couldn’t have turned down last night even if she’d thought it was a good idea to do so. If Luciana wanted to roll around in bed, Sam would oblige. Every time. Without Luciana, Sam wasn’t sure she could have gotten through the last week or so. While everything felt muddled in her head—Luciana taking the brunt of whatever Sam threw out—she still fully supported Sam. Day and night, Luciana was there for whatever she needed. Last night, intense lovemaking was the least Sam could offer.
She rounded the corner and into the expansive open space, her lips twitching upward at the sight before her: Luciana, in boy-shorts and a T-shirt. Her choice of clothing this morning wasn’t the only thing to take all of Sam’s attention. No, it was the singing and dancing vision in front of her. Luciana gripped a wooden spoon, bringing it up to her mouth as she threw her head back and forth, dancing to the pop song playing loud on the radio. Her ass shook, her blonde hair flew in every direction, and her voice grew hoarse as she tried to hit the high notes.
Sam could only watch on, enchanted by everything her fiancée was. Those nights when she lay in bed alone around the time she met Luciana—worried as to whether the relationship would fizzle out—were all a distant memory. She recalled the evening she told Luciana they couldn’t be together; Sam could truly kick herself repeatedly for ever saying such a thing to a beautiful woman. This…this was her life now. One hell of an incredible life.
Luciana spun around, her arms in the air, smiling when her eyes landed on a dishevelled-looking Sam. “Good morning, pretty lady.”
“Mm, it certainly is.” Sam slipped closer, wrapping her arms around Luciana’s waist. She would never tire of mornings with this woman. Soft and safe arms enveloped her. Strong, supportive, but gentle. “I could watch you dancing around this kitchen all day long.”
“I’m so out of shape.” Luciana blew out a deep breath, her chest heaving.
“Nonsense. You’re completely in shape.”
Luciana shook her head. “Babe, I’m really not. If I go back to work in this state, the chief will kick my arse.”
“And when the chief does that, he will have me to deal with.” Sam captured Luciana’s lips, swallowing the moan that she released as their tongues slid against one another’s.
“And if you keep doing that, I’m going to burn breakfast.” Luciana pulled back, her forehead pressing against Sam’s as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
Sam quirked an eyebrow. “Perhaps I need to work up your appetite a little more?”
Luciana turned Sam in her arms, pulling her back against her body while Luciana’s tongue worked Sam’s neck. “Or,” her voice dropped an octave or two, “I could fuck you against the counter while I cook breakfast.”
Sam’s body throbbed. And not necessarily in a good way. “Baby…”
“Mm?”
“We have to stop,” Sam groaned, aware that stopping Luciana wasn’t the greatest idea she’d ever had. Was she completely out of her mind to put a halt to all of this? Yes. Yes, she was.
“Just…I’m a little sore this morning.”
“I’m so sorry,” Luciana whispered. “Did I hurt you last night?”
Sam spun around in Luciana’s arms. “No, not at all. I just thought I was healing better than I appear to be. Everything is achy, but I’ll be okay as the day wears on.”
“You should have said something.” Luciana dropped her head. “If I’d known, last night wouldn’t have happened.”
“Hey, I didn’t know I’d be in pain this morning. Neither did you. Last night was amazing and I’d do it all over again whatever the outcome today.”
“I hate seeing you in pain.” Luciana’s jaw clenched, her eyes not quite as soft as they had been moments ago.
“You wanna talk about this anger, or…?”
“I’m not angry. Well, I am.” Luciana released Sam, running her fingers through her hair as she backed away. She was angry with everything life had thrown at them. It wasn’t enough that Sam’s wife was taken from her…now she had to be blown up, too? “Not with you, though.”
“We should still talk about it.”
Luciana appreciated Sam’s concern, but she was good. Great, even.
“You know…” Sam cleared her throat, following Luciana into the kitchen. “We should talk more often.”
Luciana frowned. “Talk?”
“Mmhmm.”
“About what?” Luciana asked.
“Life. Work. Whatever.”
Luciana focused on the French toast on the hob. Work truly had been the last thing on her mind recently, Sam taking number one priority above all else. “I’ll call the station once we get back home. When I know you’re okay, I’ll go back.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, Luce…”
“Then I’ve no idea where you’re going with this, babe.” Sam noted the slump in Luciana’s shoulders. Usually, Sam would read Luciana’s body language and take it from there, but not this time. Luciana bottled things up far too much. It had to stop. “Breakfast will be a few minutes. There’s fresh coffee ready if you want it. I’ll bring it over to the dining table in a minute.”
“Okay, thanks.” Sam smiled when Luciana glanced over her shoulder at her. She would let this conversation lie until they were both seated and sharing breakfast. Sam could only hope that Luciana didn’t decide to forgo breakfast with her for that reason alone.
Luciana wasn’t stupid. She knew full well that Sam would be waiting to continue this discussion. She’d given up too easily otherwise.
Sam took a seat at the oak dining table, pulling her feet up onto an empty chair and taking her pain medication from the centre of the table. Once they kicked in, she would feel drastically better. She watched Luciana move around the kitchen, plating up breakfast with a tension in her shoulders. Sam didn’t want it to be this way, but if Luciana was going to continue running towards fire and away from how she felt, they would have to figure out a way to communicate about it. This time away would be the perfect opportunity to lay everything out. Their relationship had changed significantly; it was time to discuss what was expected of one another.
“Okay…” Luciana set down everything they could need. A mountain of bacon, maple syrup, a stack of French toast. Fresh fruit already sat on the table waiting for them to dig in, organic sausages now sitting beside the other various plates of food. “Enjoy.” Luciana disappeared again, returning moments later with a pot of coffee. “I think I have everything we need.”
Sam dug her fork into the French toast, her mouth salivating. “Looks delicious.”
“Not overly healthy but I’m starving, sorry.”
“Me too.”
“So, you’ve taken your meds?” Luciana helped herself to a little of everything, tipping the jug of maple syrup over her French toast before her eyes finally found Sam’s. “I am sorry if I hurt you.”
Sam’s hand instinctively found Luciana’s on the tabletop. “You didn’t.”
“Okay, well if you’re feeling up to it later, I thought we could take a walk around the hills.”
Sam smiled. “Sounds like a beautiful day. But I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“O…kay.”
“Your health means a lot to me, Luce. Your mental health, too. You can’t expect me to brush it all under the carpet like you do. When you’re angry, if you’re sad…Just…”
Luciana looked incredulously at Sam. What the hell was she trying to say? “My mental health is fine.”
Sam couldn’t believe how blasé Luciana was about it all. Yes, she had to block out elements of her job; she wouldn’t go to work otherwise. But to be so nonchalant about everything was worrying. And then there was Janet. Another conversation Sam had to drag out of Luciana.
“That doesn’t mean you’re just supposed to shut up and get on with it.”
“It’s easier that way.”
“Do you really believe that it’s healthy to maintain this, Luce?”
“Maintain what?”
“Hiding your emotions.” Sam offered Luciana a slight smile. “I know you’re angry about everything; I am, too. But you don’t speak to me unless I beg you to give me something, anything. I don’t want it to be that way. I want you to know that you can come home from work and have a cry if you need to. That I won’t judge you or see you as weak, as you’ve put it once before. I want you to get mad about Janet; let’s face it, that woman is fucking infuriating.”
