“More than anything.” My hands cup her face, angling her head so she can discover the truth for herself. “Don’t doubt that, but I’m not the important one here.”
She frowns, tracing her fingertips up my arms to rest her hands atop mine. It’s the kind of touch I’d normally shy away from, but her palms are warm and welcoming, not anxiety-inducing.
With her, I’ll never get enough.
“We’reall who matters. You and me, Lev. That’s what I want.Us.” She releases my hands to skirt one down my chest to my waist, ensuring I know exactly what she means.
Her sweet scent wraps me up until I’m kissing her again. It ends quickly, with her frustrated moan, nails digging into my hips to keep me in place.
“Go upstairs. My bed. Your first time won’t be against a wall.” There needs to be some discipline and sense here, and waiting two levels of the mansion will be it, damn it.
Her chin jerks behind me. “The futon is basically your bed.”
“It’s not a bed, and certainly not a place for us to do this on.”
“I’m not breakable.”
“Printessa, that’s exactly what you are. You’re so fucking breakable to me, because you’re all sharp edges. I haven’t been able to survive you since the day we met. I’ll be damned ifyoudon’t surviveme. I’m already breaking many promises tonight. Let me not feel likeotbrosywhile doing so.”
Although she doesn’t know the term translates toscum, she must respect the fact it means something to me. She whispers, “Alright.”
Satisfied, I release her. “Everyone’s gone for the night. Go up to my room. I’ll meet you there shortly.”
Her eyes narrow, glancing over at the computer desk. “Promise?”
“Definitely.”
She kisses the corner of my mouth before taking off. Once the door’s shut behind her, I switch off all the lights and follow her up, walking extra slow to give her time to change her mind. If we’re both lucky, distance cleared her head, and she’ll be hidden in her bedroom, door shut, and no further promises will be broken.
But this is Serafina, which means she won’t be.
And she isn’t, since when I approach my room, the door that was previously shut is now open, and she’s standing in the centre of the room, her hands loose by her thighs. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and she readjusts her feet twice in the time it takes me to enter and shut the door. Her nerves aren’t easing my guilt.
“I’m sure, Lev. I can read your hesitation.”
Of course she can. “You’re nervous.”
“I’m fine. Better than fine.”
She steps in my direction, and I have to believe her, so I meet her the rest of the way, sweeping her into my arms. My hands cup her ass, and I walk her to my bed to rest her on the edge of the mattress. Her hands slide from my shoulders, down my chest, and rest on my lower stomach.
My cock jumps in anticipation.Trueanticipation it’s never really felt with anyone else.
Sex is and will always be weird to me. It’s…fine, I guess. It’s messy and involves a lot of touching, so I don’t do it often. Usually, there’s alcohol involved to lower my inhibitions and relax me enough to feel normal.
However, there aren’t any of my usual doubts and fears. Everything is too natural with Serafina.
And that scares the shit out of me.
“I’ve never taken a woman’s virginity. You’ll need to let me know if it hurts. We’ll go slow to prepare you.” Only when she nods, telling me she understands, do I continue. “Vanessa flew to Italy to visit your brother, and my sister is out. It’s only us home, so make as much noise as you want.”
Noise. A woman’s moans annoy the hell out of me. It’s like a contest on who can be louder.
I want to know what Serafina sounds like.
She nods again, this time slower, her throat bobbing with nerves, so I tilt her chin up. “Be good for me and don’t hide. Pain, pleasure, I want to hear it all so I know what you’re feeling—what you need.”
Her pupils dilate, lips parting in anticipation as I reach for her shirt to tug it slowly up her body. If I’m going toAd,may as well take my sweet time getting there. Her hair slips from the shirt as it’s pulled overhead and tossed to the side.
