You could could cut the tension in the master bedroom with a knife.
It was hot and it felt like there was the electricity between us. The date in the library was everything. When Luca told me he loved me, the last piece of the wall around my heart finally crumbled.
We stood by the edge of our large bed. Luca hadn't let go of my hand since we left the library. His grip was firm, but his thumb was gently rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
I looked up at him. His dark eyes were burning with a fire I hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't the fire of anger or the fire of a challenge. It was pure, raw desire. It was the look of a man who wanted his wife.
"Ava," he whispered. His voice was low and raspy. It sent a shiver right down my spine.
"Yes?" I breathed out. My heart was pounding
