Instead he was lying here while she took him apart at her own pace and he was letting her because she mattered more than the desperation clawing up the inside of his chest.
His cock tightened painfully under her touch, straining against her fingers.
"Luca?" she called again.
"Hmmm…" He was present in the conversation and simultaneously very, very distracted by what her hand was doing.
A beat passed.
"I am jealous of Valentina," she admitted.
Luca blinked, his brain performing the mild gymnastics required to track the conversational pivot — from her hand wrapped around his cock to her sister. He loved Veronica, genuinely, but her ability to hold a completely sincere emotional discussion while dismantling him physically was a unique and slightly diabolical gift.
"Yeah…" He exhaled. "Me too, Love. Me too. All that wedding planning and baby stuff going on," he continued, "it's getting to me."
Understatement.
