As soon as I sat down, the questions started. “Was Tony your first boyfriend?”
“No. The first was Frank. My cousin’s boyfriend.”
“How far did you go with him?”
I blinked, stunned. “What?”
“Sexually,” he clarified. “How far did it go? Were you just kissing, or did that loser try to take it further? Did he touch your pussy? Did he go down on you? And you? Did you suck him?”
God, this man had no shame. I swallowed hard and answered him. “I got naked in front of him. He was naked too. But when he tried to go further, I got sick.”
“And before that?”
I stared at him, blank. He lifted an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me he skipped the foreplay and went straight for the main event?” That mocking tone again.
“We were only seventeen. Both of us were virgins.”
“What about Tony?” his tone was calm enough to be dangerous. “What was your relationship with him like?”
Something about the way he asked made it clear this answermattered.
“It never went beyond kissing.”
He smirked. “So, no drama over kissing. Good to know.”
Without warning, he reached out and lifted me, then placed me on his lap, straddling his waist. I was wearing a short skirt, and I felt his massive bulge beneath me, pressing against the thinnest barrier.
This time, when I tried to scoot back, he didn’t stop me. He kept one arm wrapped around my waist and the other resting gently at the back of my neck.
“Easy now. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I suddenly realized my breathing had gone erratic again. Carlo’s gaze was calm and gentle as he loosened his arm around my waist. A strand of my hair slipped through his fingers.
“I like your hair,” he murmured. “So long. So shiny.”
He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “It always smells so good.”
Then he let it fall and leaned in, brushing his finger over my lips. “And I like that face of yours too.”
He pulled my head closer, tucking another strand behind my ear. His fingers trailed lower, gently squeezing my earlobe. My eyes fluttered closed. His lips moved to the shell of my ear, breath hot against the sensitive skin behind it. “I want to suck on this sweet earlobe.”
And then he actually did it. Oh God—he was driving me insane. Without thinking, my hands found his shoulders, fingers sinking into the strong, solid muscle beneath his skin.
He let go of my earlobe and announced again what he was about to do. “I want to kiss this soft neck of yours… all the way up to your lips.”
His lips began their trail, wet, gentle kisses sliding along my cheek, leaving behind a damp path that set my skin on fire.
Meanwhile, I started my own exploration of him. My hand glided from his shoulders to his abs, warm and firm beneath my touch, every muscle defined and alive under my fingertips. Each time I touched him, a low sigh escaped his lips.
Our breaths tangled, heat rising between us like a slow-building storm. My body betrayed me. My inner walls clenched, and before I could stop myself, I was grinding softly against his legs.
His lips finally hovered over mine. “I want to taste these tempting, irresistible lips.”
With those words, I pressed myself harder against his lap. The heat from his thighs seeped through me, grounding and electrifying all at once. A coil of energy was building between my legs, pulsing stronger with every breath. I waited for him to make good on his words. But when he didn’t move, I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, took his bottom lip between mine, andin an instant, the gentleness vanished.
He kissed me with raw, punishing intensity. One hand clutched my waist, yanking me flush against him, the other gripped the back of my neck, keeping my head locked in place for his savage mouth. He had me pinned to him, every inch of me claimed. And I waslovingevery second of it.
I was grinding hard against the swell in his boxer, now so rigid it felt like it might tear through the fabric. A moan escaped me before I could even think to stop it. The pain in my side didn’t exist anymore. I was on a runaway train, and there was no getting off.
