Chapter 139 WEEKEND ESCAPE
Chapter 139 WEEKEND ESCAPE
MAYA’S POV
The resort was everything I needed after a long week. Palm trees swayed gently in the warm breeze. The private villa overlooked a sparkling ocean that stretched to the horizon. Luca had surprised me with this weekend getaway to celebrate the successful launch of my consultancy. No work talk. No city noise. Just us.
We arrived Friday evening. The moment the door to our villa closed, Luca pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. The tension of the week melted away under his touch.
“You’ve been working so hard,” he murmured against my lips. “Let me take care of you this weekend.”
We spent Saturday exploring the resort. Walking along the beach, swimming in the infinity pool, and enjoying a private lunch on the terrace. Every moment felt romantic and easy. Luca was attentive, touching my hand, stealing kisses, making me laugh with stories from his travels.
By Saturday evening, the air between us had grown thick with desire. We had dinner on the private deck overlooking the ocean. Candlelight flickered between us. After dessert, Luca stood and offered his hand.
Luca's voice wrapped around me like velvet.
"Come with me," he murmured, his low and thick with promise. He took my hand and guided me into the spacious bedroom where the king-sized bed waited, sheets crisp and white, turned down with care. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows the moon spilled silver over the sea.
He crossed to the curtains and drew them shut with deliberate slowness, shutting out the night. When he turned, his dark eyes had gone hungry, pupils wide and fixed on me. He stepped close, cupped my face, and kissed me. He was slow, savoring, tasting every corner of my mouth before his hands slid down my spine. The zipper whispered open; the dress slid from my shoulders and pooled at my feet. Cool air kissed my skin, leaving me in nothing but lace.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed against my neck. His mouth traveled lower, tongue tracing the line of my collarbone, then lower still. He unhooked my bra with one hand and let it fall. His lips closed around one nipple, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure until I gasped and arched into him. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there while heat pooled between my thighs.
I shoved his shirt off, needing skin on skin. His chest was warm and solid beneath my palms. I mapped every ridge of muscle with fingertips and then with my mouth. When I reached his belt, I freed it, pushed his pants down, and wrapped my hand around his hard length. He groaned, hips jerking forward.
Luca lifted me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. He peeled my panties down my legs, kissing the inside of each thigh, then lower. His tongue found my clit and circled it with patient, wet strokes. I cried out,my hips lifting off the mattress. He sucked and licked until my thighs trembled and my breath came in short, desperate bursts.
"Luca… please…" The words tore from me.
He rose over me, lined himself up, and thrust deep in one smooth motion. The stretch was perfect. We moved together, slow at first, savoring the drag and slide, then faster. The wet sound of our bodies meeting mixed with the distant rush of waves. His mouth found mine again, tongues tangling, breaths mingling.
He rolled us so I straddled him. I planted my hands on his chest and rode him hard, grinding down to take every inch. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, then slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing and pinching my nipples until sparks shot straight to my core. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped. I came with a broken cry, pulsing around him, vision whiting out.
Luca followed seconds later, thrusting up hard, spilling deep inside me with a low, guttural moan. I collapsed onto his chest, both of us slick with sweat and trembling. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.
"I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse. "So much."
"I love you too," I answered, still catching my breath, safe and sated in his arms.
We made love again later that night, slower and more tender the second time. His hands explored every inch of me. I touched him with the same reverence. The connection felt deeper than just physical. It felt like home.
The next morning, we woke up tangled in the sheets. Sunlight poured into the room. Luca made coffee and brought it to bed. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing and planning future trips.
As we got ready to leave the resort, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Luca was closest to it.
And I told him to read what the message was.
He glanced at the screen as a message popped up.
“Damon is having a cough. I want to get him syrups. Call when you can.”
Luca froze for a second. He looked at me with confusion in his eyes.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst.
“Who is Damon?” he asked.
Luca’s phone rang suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. He glanced at the screen and frowned. “It’s the legal team about Hawthorne. I have to take this.”
He stepped out onto the balcony to answer the call. The moment the sliding door closed behind him, I bolted for the bathroom. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.
I locked the door and leaned against it, breathing fast. What do I say? My mind raced. How do I explain Damon? The truth was right there, ready to spill out, but the words wouldn’t come. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was wide-eyed, panicked. I had no idea how to begin.
Outside, I could hear Luca’s low voice on the call. Time was running out. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to steady myself.
I still didn’t know what to say.