His left eye twitched, and his voice got dangerously low. “Are you saying you went against your father’s traditional rules and expectations and found someone to take your virginity? That you were able to get that past Valentino? Who is the stupid fucker with a death wish?”
His words made something inside me snap. He made it sound like my virginity was everyone’s business, even if what he said about Dad’s rules regarding expectations and traditions was true. Even if what he said about Valentino’s protectiveness was true as well, even if I wished that wasn’t the case.
“He might have kept a close eye on me when he was still living in my father’s house, but we both know Valentino couldn’t monitor me twenty-four seven after he moved out,” I said, egging him on.
He moved in closer to me. I held still, fighting against the instinct to pull back. “Did you?”
I pressed my hand on his chest, trying to get him to back off. He didn’t budge. “That’s none of your business.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes darkened, and his breathing became erratic as we stared at each other. Then, “You’re lying.”
I smiled at him. “Only one way to find out.”
The hand I had placed on his chest was no longer trying to push him away. No, now I was trying to think of a way I could bring him closer. And closer still. And closer.
“Don’t push me, baby. You don’t want to see what happens when you do,” he said, his voice low with warning. Silly boy. Didn’t he know that was exactly what I wanted to do right now?
My smile widened. “I think I do?—”
His lips slammed against mine in a brutal kiss before I could even finish the sentence. My eyes stayed open in surprise for a few seconds before they slowly closed, and I succumbed to him.
Finally.
My arms wrapped around him as I pulled him in closer to me, feeling the way his lips molded to mine perfectly, and hoping, wishing,prayingthis wasn’t some sick, twisted joke my mind was playing on me, but reality.
I tightened my arms around him.
He felt real.
He tasted real.
He tasted like mine.
Like he had always been mine, no matter what.
I let out a small whimper when he pushed me back until I was lying down on the bed. We broke away from the kiss, neither of us saying anything as we locked eyes. He hovered over me, bracing his weight on his arms. I spread my legs out and let him settle between them. He pushed down until I could feel him.
The skin on my stomach tightened from the sensation, and I could feel my limbs trembling.
I licked my lips, my hands moving up, reaching for him. I cupped his cheek, letting my palm take in the rough feel of his stubble there. For a moment, it felt like time had taken a deep breath and held it there for us. Then he turned his face to the side and kissed my palm.
I gasped as he leaned down and kissed me again.
My eyes closed on their own as I kissed him back, sighing into his lips. I could spend a lifetime kissing him.
His hips moved, causing me to convulse.
I moaned against his lips, and he did it again. And again. The shakes got more prominent.
What was he doing to me?
His hand moved down my body then, from my shoulder down to my breast, where he cupped the supple globe into his large palm, squeezing gently, playing with it until all I could focus on, all I could think about, was him, his body, his touch, and what he was doing to me.
He pulled away from the kiss first to look at me.
“Tell me,” he said.
My brows pulled together slightly from his command.Tell him what?
