Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3

by SJ Molloy

  I would kill to have more sex with her, but she is tired and will be painfully sore. I need to make a conscious effort not to take advantage of her so compulsively, but hell, if it is not hard keeping any sort of composure around her, especially when I have a hold of her body.

  “Will you let me date you? I mean, properly date you? Not just one date. I want to be with you. We can go as slow as you like. I meant what I said. I want you.” I stroke her damp hair.

  Yes. It is a yes. Thank fuck.

  She chews the inside of her cheek, which are radiant with the soft colour of rose. Smiling, I adorn her with gentle kisses.

  “Lexi, thank you. You are breathtakingly lovely; you haunt me with your beauty. I promise to make you feel us, make you happy and take good care of you,” I whisper against her skin.

  “You are mine now, Doc. I have you and I am not letting you go.” My last words make her smile before she closes her eyes, nuzzling against my chest, giving me everything I hoped to ever have.

  Her.

  I have the most exhilarating dream and Lexi is in it. Knocking and ranting at the door wakes us both up. Opening the door, Hazel comes barging in, swearing and asking shit loads of questions. The five foot skinny blonde cursers like a sailor. I like her. She is ballsy and very protective of my new girl.

  Hazel interrogates Lexi, so I leave them to it, not before making a joke about her drunken Body Combat moves last night. I smirk, walking into the bathroom. I actually think this chick is going to be easy to wind up.

  When I return, they are laughing and it is lovely to see after the distress Lexi has gone through over the past few days. From a completely selfish point of view, I am relieved when Lexi tells Hazel she is staying to eat with me.

  I do feel bad Lexi is not spending time with her friend, but I am still racking my brains on a solution to that one. I know it is not fair to either of them, but since Lexi is my girl now, I am not letting her out of my sight. Hazel is going to have to lend her out to me, because I am not sharing her, not after what I experienced earlier.

  Lexi decides to give the pool a miss, so I have her all to myself. Since she decided to date me, I want to get her a gift, something special just for her. Thinking what would be important and special, something to keep. She already told me in her clinic that day she does not have a watch; this will be her first gift.

  Leaving her in bed, I head downstairs to the main section of the villa. I meet Nonno who immediately asks how Lexi is feeling. I tell him Lexi agreed to date me. He is delighted, of course, and pats me on the back enthusiastically.

  Nonno tells me Annalisa, my cousin, is on kitchen duty this afternoon. I ask him to ask her to make something special for lunch for Lexi and me. He smiles and nods, but I get the chance to ask her myself when she comes over and gives me a huge kiss and cuddle.

  Using the study for privacy, I search online for elegant and special watches. I call Cristofano, a family friend and owner of an upmarket boutique jewellery store in Florence. He inherited the designer jewellery store that holds some rare and exquisite pieces from his great-grandfather.

  Nonno and Papa have always been fortunate enough to purchase jewellery for Nonna and Mamma there. I have a pleasant conversation in Italian with Cristofano, asking after his family, before telling him what I am looking for.

  It just so happens he has only one Cartier ballon bleu pave diamond watch in stock, I ask him to have it gift wrapped for me. It is not enough. I want to give her something when we go on our first official proper date.

  While speaking to him, I search through the pages of the world’s finest diamonds. Just by chance and out of curiosity, I notice a pair of beautiful diamond stud earrings. Feeling buzzed and excited about my future dating Lexi, I ask him to secure these for me as well.

  Next I call Marco. “Hey, I need a favour,” I say.

  “Does it involve the brunette you are hiding out with at Franco and Sofia’s?” he asks dubiously.

  “Wait, how do you know that? I mean how do you know I am with her … with her?” I ask, squinting one eye, studying the specifications of the impeccable diamonds on screen.

  “You are such an idiot. You are at home, here in Toscana, testa di cazzo. You know secrets cannot be kept here. Let me just say you never wasted any fucking time did you? So how did you do it, enlighten me.” Amusement is in his tone.

  Where does he get off calling me a dickhead? Just as well I love the bones of this man like a brother.

  “Who did you speak to?” I ask.

  “Never you mind.”

  Franco?

  No way, he would not.

  Nonna?

  Absobloodylutely.

  Of course she did. This is where my mamma gets it from. Women in my family are fucking murder with all the gossiping shit they do. Orianna is the exact same. Marco is too loyal and a gentleman, so he will not out her.

  “So is she worth it?”

  I inhale, filling my lungs, annoyed that he has asked me this. Things have changed since yesterday. Lexi was a mission before, which seems lame and inappropriate to say that now. She is my girl, someone I plan on spending a hell of a lot of time with. Someone I am captivated by in the best possible way.

  “I told you last night. Yes and some. Do not ask me to divulge, Marco … but I have never felt … never been with anyone who intrigues me like she does. She is very special, exceptionally treasurable and precious to me. That is all you need to know,” I say, leaning back in the chair.

  “Shit, you have it worse than I thought. Is she an angel sent from God with a nectar fucking centre?” I inwardly hiss because I hate that he uses those words. They are saved for me to say about Lexi. Nobody else. I also hate that he refers to her as a fantasy, implying she is something unobtainable or unreachable, and I will not tolerate it. He has not even met her.

  He got it.

  She is the only woman to be this for me.

  Angel. God. Nectar. Centre. Blessed.

  Lexi.

  Man … the prick is good.

  When we were teenagers after mass at chapel on a Sunday we would often sneak away and go on double dates with Francesca and Adela. We would joke about making them our girlfriends and our papas drilled it into us we would cherish a girl once we had her.

  They would say that our mammas were their angels. And they obviously had sex, which is what we wanted and needed. Our own angel … to have sex with. We promised to cherished Fran and Adela because we were desperate for sex, being the horny boys we were.

  And like the good Catholic boys, we believed that the love of our lives would have to be angels sent from God. I am not convinced to this day that Francesca was that for me, but as impressionable as teenage boys are, I rolled with it, told her she was an angel, and got my rocks off.

  The horny teenager in us decided that our angels would have a centre of nectar like the gods themselves enjoyed. Later, when we matured, it took on a whole other meaning. A meaning with more depth. A phrase that held a euphemism of eroticism between mates.

  A woman’s core.

  Angelo. Angel.

  Nettare. Nectar.

  Centro. Centre.

  Heart centre. Soul centre. Core centre.

  All of the above.

  “She is. All of those things. I finally found her, Marco. I found my angel. It is still early days, but I am more than positive about Lexi being the one for me!” I say, checking a couple of emails while I talk to him.

  “Well then, I am happy for you. You deserve it more than anybody. I am serious. I want you to be happy, Lucca. If this woman makes you happy, then you have my full blessing. I am looking forward to meeting her.” Holding back his impishness, he now says it with more sincerity because if I admit to her being my angel, he knows. He just gets it, gets just how meaningful she is to me.

  “Thanks, buddy. Look, I need you to do something else for me. I want to take her out sightseeing and would like to take her to the farmhouse so we can have some privacy. I need you to conta
ct Violetta and arrange for a full clean, food supplies to be delivered, and ensure the pool has been cleaned. Also get Paulo to pick up my car and drop it off here. I will need it.”

  Violetta is my main housekeeper for my Tuscan farmhouse. She looks after it when I am not here and works at the cleaning agency and uses their employees for house duties.

  “Sure. I am coming over later anyway. I will pick up your items and drop the car off. How long are you intending on staying at the farmhouse?” he asks with piqued interest. He is worried I will not be focused on my business.

  “I am not sure. I have not mentioned it to Lexi yet. I want to see how things go today. I will leave a card on Nonno’s desk, attach it with the watch Cristofano gives you, and have it delivered to Lexi’s suite. Keep the other items until I ask for them. I do not want to overwhelm her.” I close down the desktop I keep here for business use.

  “Actually, I need something else. Ask Annalisa what those gadgets are called that chicks use to straighten their hair and where to get them. I need a set of those as well, good ones,” I add, tapping a pen on my chin.

  I remember Hazel moaning about having forgotten hers when she was inebriated, and since there are no shops in the close vicinity of the villa, I will get her some to sweeten her up as I stole her best friend and am not planning on returning her anytime soon.

  “Pussy. You planning on a new look? What, you fed up with your curls?” He laughs with amusement.

  “Fuck off. Not for me … clearly,” I scoff.

  Saying goodbye to Marco, I go and find Nonna. She is around the back of the villa potting plants and trimming flowers. This woman loves her flowers.

  “Those are very pretty,” I say, approaching her. She is snipping the ends of some vivid striking blue orchids.

  “They are. These are beautiful at this time of year. The purple ones too.” She points to a basket filled with them.

  “They are pretty too. I like these ones better. You and Mamma used to have these in all colours all around the house,” I say, picking one up. Nonna takes her gloves off, and I help her to stand and lift her basket for her.

  “I remember. Do you remember what they symbolise … the blue ones?” she asks. I think I remember. God, I should. Nonna and Mamma spent hours with us in the gardens when we were growing up. They talked about all the flowers and plants and kept notebooks full of facts.

  “Yes, virility and fertility and um …” I scratch my neck. I actually forget what else, but there is something. I just cannot seem to think.

  “Sexuality, Lucca. You remember? Yin and yang, beauty and strength, dark blue testosterone and charming fertile calmness.” She smiles sweetly and cups my face in one hand and hooks the basket over her other arm.

  “Yes, that is right. It is poetic.” It does not embarrass me, but now I think about it, it probably did when she told me the same thing when I was about fourteen. Smiling, I watch Nonno’s dogs run around the truffle field in the distance.

  “Poetic, si. Just like you and the bella Lexi. Yin and yang.” She slowly nods her head. I have to agree. I like the analogy of Lexi and I being yin and yang. I nod back.

  “That is what I wanted to talk to you about. Did you speak with Marco?” I ask. She presses her lips in a firm line.

  “Nonna?” I probe, my voice drilling.

  “I might have mentioned something. He was worried. You know how much he thinks of you and he wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. I reassured him that Lexi is a charming young lady and very perfect for you. I also told him how much you seem to adore her. I see it in your eyes.”

  How can I argue with that? She is too fucking adorable. I lean over and place a kiss on her head before walking back into the villa with her. I mention to her I would like to take Lexi out on some trips and possibly over to my farmhouse.

  She does not protest about me spending time with her … she encourages it. However, she does mention it would not be fair on Hazel and that Lexi should not miss out on her cooking lessons since that is why she came.

  It leaves me thinking. I ask Nonna for a new guest robe for Lexi since I want to run her a bath and ask her if she will have some of those blue orchid flowers brought up with our lunch. I also ask her for a plain card and an envelope—not the standard business ones Nonno has in the study, a nice thick card.

  I write it out and place it in the study for Marco.

  Blue Orchid. Virilità, della fertilità e della sessualità. Yin e yang – la bellezza e la forza. The Blue Orchid. Virility, fertility, and sexuality. Yin and yang – beauty and strength. I have never felt lust like this; I want to keep you safe forever. X

  When I reach the suite, I panic when I realise Lexi is not in my bedroom. I shout downstairs to the lower level of the suite. Relieved she is still here, I scoop her up and get rid of her towel. I help her into the robe and stare at her in wonder.

  Shit, she is sexy as fuck standing there in her lacy lingerie with just the robe on. I cannot resist trailing my fingers over the curve of her breasts, nor can I resist telling her how much I love them and how beautiful she is.

  Annalisa, my cousin, delivers our lunch. We sit outside on the balcony. I lift a blue orchid out of the vase, trim it, and place it behind Lexi’s ear. It looks beautiful against her dark, glossy hair and olive skin.

  Lifting her chin up, I place a soft kiss on her lips, telling her how beautiful she is, because she is, and I will never tire of telling her so. I explain the meaning behind the flower, the desire in her eyes and blush on her cheeks. The similarity of yin and yang … beauty and strength … dark male testosterone and charming female calmness has never been so appropriate.

  So meaningful.

  So us.

  This will be our flower.

  Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words

  “Lussuria ~ Chapter Fourteen : Irresistible – Azure Eyes”

  Chapter 8

  Dolcissimo

  Annalisa has prepared us a mouth-watering lunch which the champagne complements perfectly. Lexi is enjoying it, which pleases me because she is eating something. We finally get to chat without her being too nervous, discussing normal things. It is important to me because I need to get to know her, every little thing about her.

  It surprises Lexi to find out that I own Club di Energia. I assumed she knew, but then I did not specifically tell her that when she asked me questions. It makes me think about Ronan the pervy manager, and that unsettles me a little.

  My feelings for Lexi have taken flight, and now she is mine. The thought of Ronan and the club members degrading her and drooling over her makes my blood run cold. Ronan might be better suited managing my Glasgow club. I think I will need to look into a restructure when I get home. I do not trust him, not after the comments he said about her.

  Sexy brunette.

  My. Sexy. Brunette.

  “So how long are you really here in Tuscany?” she asks.

  As long as you are here.

  As long as it takes to make you fall for me as much as I have fallen for you.

  As long as it takes to win your heart.

  “As long as it takes,” I say smiling, stroking the side of her face.

  After dessert, when I sense she is relaxed, I ask her about her family, but the serene content smile from her face disappears. I know she is lying when she tells me there is not much to tell. The same dubious look flashes through her eyes before she looks away. As considerately as possible, I tell her how important family is to me.

  Sighing, she mumbles, “My parents are dead … to me.”

  Fuck! My poor baby girl. Christ, no wonder she is a closed fucking book. I feel like a total dickhead for going on about how important family is to me when Lexi does not have any.

  “Oh, baby. I am so sorry,” I say wholeheartedly, moving her hair behind her ear. Images of this sweet girl being alone crushes me. I now realise that is why Hazel is so protective over her, and it makes me glad she has someone close, someone like that.

 
; I recall Lexi saying she is independent and never had anyone caring for her so intimately. That in itself speaks volumes. She has never had anyone take care of her. I have my sights on spoiling and nurturing Lexi in any way that I can.

  Right now she is sensitive and I do not want to continually put my big fucking foot in it, so I leave it be and decide I will show her some tender loving care. This is what I was referring to earlier in the shower when I said she should have romanticism, and that she will.

  I head off into the bathroom, run the bath, and light some candles. Lexi falls back on the bed, so I give her a moment. I pick the remaining petals from the blue flowers and scatter them in the water then add some of my bath foam to the water.

  I love the smell of Lexi’s skin and hair, but after the shower this morning, I liked lying in bed with her, smelling my products on her. Tropical … happy … positive. I guess it makes me feel like I am sharing myself with her.

  Following her into the bathroom, I smile when she uses the term “bonnie,” appreciating my effort. It is endearing, just like her.

  Untying her robe, I take in her lingerie-clad sexy-as-fuck body. I. Could. Stare. At. Her. All. Day.

  She gasps and trembles when I slip her bra straps down and free her breasts. I have said it before and I will say it again: These tits are a work of fucking art. They are perfetto. She is perfetto.

  My body reacts, of course it does. Lexi looks at me with a wanton flash in her eyes when my thumb trails between her breasts to her navel. I feel her tremble under my touch, her eyes widening.

  Once I have her cock-teasing knickers off, I admire her form.

  Dolcissimo. Luscious.

  Sottile. Slim.

  Seducente. Seductive.

  Adorato. Precious.

  My cock twitches, stomach stirs, balls ache. How can it not? I am beginning to think I should not have undressed her, because after this morning I cannot use her body again until she heals. It would be wrong of me. I need to be stronger now than I have ever been in my life, because it takes all I have not to bend her over that bath and sink deep into her.