He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Do you not like being tied up, restrained in any way, gags, spankings?”
His eyes grow wide with every option I lay before him, and something clicks in my mind in a few seconds.
Oh shit.Jesus… what if…
“Luca,” I ask delicately, taking his hand between mine. “Are you a virgin?”
Chapter
Fifteen
LUCA
Why didI think I could be smooth about this? My entire body is tingling and I’m hard even though I’m embarrassed. My eyes are stinging, and I’m pretty sure I’m on the verge of tears.
Which…
Should not really be how I’m acting for my first time.
“I… uhm… I…”
Can I take it back? I could act all cool and confident and pretend I know what words like “hard limits” mean, and then we could just…
God, I’m pathetic.
Another little sound catches in the back of my throat and tries to do me a favor by strangling me.
“Luca.” He says my name again, and there’s something in the way he does that loosens my muscles and forces me to take a breath. “Have you ever doneanythingbefore?”
Oh God.
Oh… oh…
Ohshit.
“No,” I whisper, kind of hoping it’s soft enough that he can’t hear me. I can tell he does, because his expression goes througha flurry of emotions. Shock, a tiny bit of frustration, then realization, desire… and… awe.
Awe?
“Luca.” He says in that same tone, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to melt. “Have you ever done anything with yourself?”
Another little sound tries to save me from my embarrassment, but I manage to breathe around it so I can speak. “Not… not really much, no. I… a few times when I was stressed, but… I haven’t really been interested until recently… so…”
I’mnotgoing to tell him that the last time I touched myself was to the sound of my roomie getting absolutely plowed by his scary boyfriend.
“So you’re telling me…” He leans forward, taking my wrist and bringing my fingers to his lips. His mouth brushes along the heat of my palm and I shiver when he speaks his next words into my skin. “The only time you’ve ever felt good was with yourself?”
This time I have to just nod. I can’t speak—he’s stolen every bit of oxygen from the room with the way his eyes are smoldering as he looks at me. I’m pretty sure I could melt into a puddle on his couch just from the feel of his lips on my palm.
Seriously… why did I think I could pretend I was experienced enough for whatever he had planned?
Finally, I raise my eyes and look at him almost helplessly. “I’ve never wanted to feel good with someone before.”
“Until now?” The heat in his eyes explodes, and I feel like I’m being swallowed up by the sun.
“Until now.”
