She arched into him. Luca's fingers curled around one breast, squeezing and kneading in his palm.
He found her nipple hardening beneath his touch and tugged gently, drawing it towards him. Vee's breath caught.
It stole his own. Every damned time. The way she wanted him, even after all these years, after all the things life had thrown between them. She did not merely respond to his body. She answered him.
He called, and she came alive. He coaxed, and she opened. He touched her, and she became wet with anticipation, soft and greedy and trembling in his arms like he was the only language her body understood fluently.
If this was what earth felt like, Luca had no idea why anyone was so desperate to go to heaven.
He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing unsteady, and lowered his head to her breasts. Then he noticed.
