Chapter 44

“I think,” Luca said, tossing the denim away and dropping back onto the pillow with a smirk that was downright disgusting, “you better prove you know me best.”

“Nerve clusters and all?”

“Ooh, you never know who’s been at these nerve clusters.”

Tav sniggered, crawling back onto the bed slowly and deliberately, and crowding Luca down into the pillow with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. “First,” he murmured, sliding his mouth from lips to cheek to neck. “Forget all about anything to do with Aaron Kowalski.”

“Mm, done. And then?”

“Then just let me work. And while you’re at it, Luca?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Shut up.”

* * * *

Tav pressed his mouth to the smooth skin of Luca’s back, and pressed fleeting, lapping licks up the spine to the gentle curve of his neck. It shifted sideways, and he leaned over to kiss a jumping pulse.

A door downstairs slammed, and two male voices started shouting at each other in Italian. Luca laughed breathily, his ribs lurching under Tav’s arm.