“You brought it up,” I say with a smirk.
He drags his hand up the center of my back, trailing my spine until his hand is buried in my hair. When he tightens his hold, pulling at the strands to angle my head back, a shiver erupts in my body, sending a wave of excitement deep in my core.
“This mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.”
I lick my lips, and Massimo traces the movement with his eyes. They glisten with excitement, and that feeling deep in my stomach builds.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I challenge.
“Don’t commit to something you’re not ready for,” he says, tugging at my strands even more.
“Who says I’m not ready?”
A smirk tugs at his lips, then they’re on me in the next second, slamming into mine in a passionate cry of desperate need. The tension that’s been building between us since the first night we met six years ago has finally hit its limit.
“I want you, Massi,” I mumble, strained against his lips.
“How do you want me,mia moglie?” he asks, then thrusts his tongue into my mouth, seeking what it needs from mine.
When I pull away, our chests are heaving. I gaze up into his darkened eyes and say, “I want to taste you.”
My words come out soft. I have zero experience with a man, and no matter what, that has me feeling a certain way.
Anxious.
He lets out a groan and says, “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to hear you say that.”
Knowing he hasn’t been with another woman since we met settles that sick feeling in my stomach, but I’m not foolishenough to forget he had a life before me. There’s no telling the sexual experiences he’s had and how I’ll compare to them.
What if he has this memory in his head of how it’ll feel to have a woman go down on him, but then he gets me and I can’t do it right?
My spiraling thoughts are getting the best of me, and Massimo must sense it because he cups my face and says, “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“I can see the concerned look on your face. The worry in your eyes. Do you think you’re not going to be enough for me?”
How does he read me so easily?
“Yes,” I mutter. “I just know you’ve been with other women before, who I’m sure were far more experienced than I?—”
“Don’tdo that,” he says again, this time more adamantly. “I never want you to compare yourself to another woman again. When I met you, my life before you ended and a new one started.”
“It’s easy for you to say that when you’re the one who’s not a pathetic little virgin.”
His brow furrows, confusion etched into the fine lines in his skin. “Do you really think that? That your virginity makes you pathetic?”
“I… I don’t know.” He continues to stare at me. “No, I guess?”
“You guess?”
“I don’t know. My virginity has never really made me feel any type of way, but now with you it’s like…”
I pause for a moment, trying to find the right words.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you,” I murmur, lowering my gaze to his chest, but Massimo lifts my face and looks deep into my eyes.
“You would never disappoint me. I’m here with you because Iwantto be. You want me to show you how to do something, then I’ll drop everything I’m doing to make it happen.”
