With a nuzzle and nip at the base of her throat, he asked, “What is your question, my pet?”
“It’s not really a question, per se. It’s more of a warning.” Her comment was cringy. Why couldn’t she form a coherent thought in his presence, and why did she sound like a ninny instead of the intelligent adult she was?
“I’m waiting,” he reminded her.
“I’m … that is to say, in relation to all the women you’ve known, I’m going to seem inexperienced with… the whole sex thing.”
“Mmm.”
Mmm? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The lips against the column of her throat twitched.
“Are you screwing with me?” she demanded, with a shove at his chest.
And of course, she couldn’t budge him. Craning her neck, she leaned back. Her legs were the last appendages to get the memo to release him, and as a result, her pelvis came more fully in contact with the hard ridge of his arousal. Instinctually, she rubbed herself against him, moaning in reaction to the pleasure. It had been way too long since she’d gotten laid.
His hands dropped to her ass, gripping hard and pressing her tighter. The only way they could be more intimate was to be naked with him fully inside her. The picture in her mind was so vivid, she felt the pulse of an orgasm, and she clenched her thighs.
“Jesus!” she breathed.
Both froze. Awareness crackled between them, and the air around grew thick with the scent of her desire. She should be embarrassed at how wet she’d become, but she wasn’t, and it was difficult to remember why she’d pulled back to begin with. All she wanted was to dive back in and taste more of his sinful mouth.
“I’m going to back off because I believe I understand what you are telling me,” he finally said. “But for the record, this firmly goes in the Not Gay category.”
He’d engaged her warped humor, and her laughter bubbled up. “I promise, you cured me of that silly notion a long time ago.”
“Just so we’re clear.” The large hands gripping her ass didn’t release her. Instead, they contracted as if he didn’t wish to let her go. “You’ll need to unlock your legs if you want me to put you down.”
She did, but with great reluctance.
“Quickly, go cover up before I lose control.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to invite him into the bedroom with her, but Luc shook his dark head.
“The shower has stopped. We’ll have company soon.”
“Fuck.”
“Sadly, only in our dreams,” he replied with a short laugh. “Go. I will start your breakfast, pet.”
She paused long enough to admire his ass as he headed toward her kitchen. Stealing his words, she said, “Just so we’re clear…”
He spun to face her. “Yes?”
Face flaming, she said, “I wasn’t interested in stopping. I only wanted you to know I’m not worldly like the gaggles of women you’re probably used to.”
A predatory smile flashed. “Are you offering to continue, Nadia?”
Her throat locked up, making speech difficult, so she nodded.
His sharp eyes missed nothing. She imagined he saw her flushed cheeks and longing.
“Come here,” he ordered.
Never before had Nadia worried about things like free will or the ability to control her own mind, but when Luc issued the soft command, she was helpless to resist. Once she reached him, all thoughts of resistance became a thing of the past.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, brushing his fingers over her lower lip.
