Luca rose slowly from his chair, unfolding all six-foot-three of solid, muscled power. He moved like a predator who had all the time in the world, circling the table until he stopped right behind me. So close. The heat of his chest radiated against my back, and I caught the rich, intoxicating scent of him—spiced cologne, faint cigar smoke, warm skin, and something darker, purely male. One large hand settled on my hip, fingers flexing possessively through the thin fabric, gripping hard enough that I knew I’d feel those marks tomorrow.

“Virgin,” he murmured hot against my ear, his breath brushing my sensitive skin and making me shiver violently. “Still...