A Minor Technicality [Completed] *Slowly Editing*

Chapter 33 - Who's the Boss?

Blythe's POV

I felt his rage before I actually heard him enter the room. It was emanating off him as he stormed toward the bed. After the night we had spent together, I wondered what I had done now to anger him. Still on the edge of sleep, I fought to open my eyes to meet his livid brown gaze.

The moment he caught my wary expression, his face softened. Kicking off his shoes, Luca set his phone and weapon on the bedside table, slipped under the covers and pulled me gently into his arms. I rested my head nervously against his chest. His heart pounded a frantic beat in my ear, and I mindlessly traced his stomach with my hand.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, finally breaking the silence.

"I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled in my ear. "I just want to hold you." Goosebumps spread across my skin when I heard the yearning in his words. He turned and nuzzled my neck before inhaling deeply.

"Did you just smell my hair?" I asked, laughter on the tip of my tongue.

"It smells like orange blossoms," he pouted playfully.

I grinned as a smirk appeared on his face, washing away the traces of his fury. Shoving curiosity aside (I was dying to know what had him so mad), I chose instead to tease him.

"So you have a citrus fetish?" I giggled.

"No," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I have a Blythe fetish."

His voice was thick and husky, and I felt my cheeks heat and want pool in my belly. When I met his gaze, his chocolate brown eyes were swirling with lust, but I could see the genuine affection within their depths. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

Moaning, I melted into his embrace, eager to see where the moment led. Unfortunately, it led to nothing, as loud, incessant knocking filled the room.

"Ignore it," Luca grumbled, pulling me more tightly to him and trailing kisses down my neck. I moaned when he found my sweet spot and began to suck the juncture between my neck and shoulder. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, begging him wordlessly to continue.

"Luca, I'm sorry!" Natalie's muffled voice could be heard over her continued banging. "Please open the door," she whined. "I didn't know."

Exasperated, I sat upright and growled. "Better talk to the bitch, or she'll never leave you alone," I griped, sexual frustration overwhelming me.

"Funny you used the word bitch," Luca chuckled, standing slowly and walking stiffly toward the door. I grinned as he hid the tent in his pants, leaning around the door so Natalie could only see his face.

"What do you want, Nat?" he spat, his deep voice rumbling with emotion.

"I didn't mean it," she pleaded. "I was angry with Zane, and I took it out on anyone and everyone in my path. I'd have never said it if I knew how you really felt."

How he felt? What the hell had I missed this morning? I mentally replayed the last several minutes. Luca had come to the room fuming, eager to pick up where things left off last night. Was he just using me to get over whatever Natalie had done? That couldn't be true. I'd seen the warmth in his eyes.

"Natalie, I'm over it," he quickly answered, cutting off further comment from her. "To be honest, if you want things to go back to normal, you should probably go back to your room for now," he advised her, his tone more collected. He whispered something to her, and I heard her giggle in reply.

"Fine, I get it," she laughed. "So we're okay?"

"Yeah, we're okay," he answered gently, and I could hear his grin from across the room.