βthere was definitely something casually said about causing me injuryβ¦β his head tilts as if heβs trying to recall some distant memory instead of one of the many dirty texts heβd fired off when he was supposed to be paying attention at practice. coach had a strict no-phones policy, but luca had always been good at finding loopholes. heβd tuck his phone beneath the shoulder pads of his hockey gear, snug between the protective foam and compression shirt where no one would think to look. between drills, heβd sneak out quick messages, dumb selfies with his helmet half on because he thought honey might need a laugh.
sexting was always somewhere on the menu. it didnβt matter if they were supposed to be having a serious conversation. planning his tux for some charity gala or listening to her try to explain away another ridiculous charge on his amex that had his semi retired accountant flirting with cardiac arrest. somehow, every conversation found its way back here. back to them. back to the thought of having her beneath him, making that same stupid, lovesick grin spread across his face.
ββ¦and if i recall,β he continues, his smile only growing, βi told you that you were gonna be in big trouble if you touched those fries before i got here.β his knee slides farther between her thighs, gently coaxing them wider apart as he settles closer. βsoβ¦β his voice drops, playful but laced with promise. βhow would you like your punishment? with or without your panties on?β one brow arches, the grin twisting into something far more mischievous. his lips find hers, hovering just a breath away, teasing instead of stealing the kiss. βpersonallyβ he murmurs, βi vote the panties stay on.β his eyes flick down to her mouth before meeting hers again. βbut i guess iβll let the lady have her say.β
"me? cause you injury? i think you have the wrong girl..." honey smirks, another witty denial on the tip of her tongue. futile, she knows-- but she can't bring herself to care. luca's hair is falling into his eyes, his mouth is in an almost permanent smile as he watches her, his eyes are full of playful intensity. it's her favourite thing about him, the way he shifts between the two facets of his personality. she'd played her part in this, sending him ridiculous texts all through her day-- she's almost always talking to him, and for someone so used to her own hyper independence, she'd given some of it up for him without even thinking about it. flirty, steamy, dirty texts threaded through inside jokes and ridiculous pictures. they have their own language, and she's fluent in it now. "you took too damn long. you were risking the integrity of the fries. missing them in their most perfect state-- i could never waste them like that." she spreads her legs a little wider for him as he makes himself at home between her thighs. "depends on the punishment." she murmurs softly. she resists the urge to tilt her mouth forward, but she wants the kiss so bad she can almost taste it, almost feel the heat of his mouth on hers. "i'll leave them on then. since i'm such a good girl." she bites her bottom lip, when she feels his eyes on her mouth, but he holds the line and anticipation swirls in her gut. the smile on her mouth is half drunk on him already. "how do you want me, babe?"
