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good, like wine and heat. His feet moved to bracket mine, and his hands were on my waist, and then one moved up to brush my cheek and slip past my ear into my hair. His hard body pushed up against mine, and I could feel the faint thump of his heart in his chest, a little fast, as if he was nervous too. Surely he could feel mine, hammering in my chest? I was terrified. I wanted this to continue, I wanted the kiss to last forever and never change, but I wanted more, and he was so hot, so sexy, and he was kissing me, me , Delilah Flores.
His hand moved around my waist to my back and slipped down, stopping mere centimeters from caressing my backside, and I really, really wouldn't have minded if he kept going.
"Perhaps we could move to the other side of the door?" Luca suggested, a smile in his voice.
I nodded, unthinking, letting my instincts move me rather than my fears or inhibitions. I fumbled in my bag for the key, found it, managed to turn away from his molten, desire-sparking eyes long enough to unlock the door and get inside.
Something exploded in my belly then, burst apart my fears. Luca closed the door and turned back to face me. I might have attacked him, just a little. A wave of pure lust ran through me, demolishing everything but desire. He was here, in my hotel room, larger than life, hair tangled across one eye, jeans low on his hips and tight around his firm ass. I wanted to touch him all over, feel him pressed against me, let him take control and float along for the ride.
He caught me, let me crash into him and crushed his lips to mine, and now—oh god—his hand slipped down my spine to cup my bottom and pull my hips against his.
Damp heat blossomed between my thighs, and I sighed into his lips.
"I like this," I said. I hadn't meant to speak, but the words dripped out of my mouth unbidden.
Luca laughed, a huff of breath against my lips, a smile curving his luscious mouth. "That is good. I like it as well." He moved his other hand to my backside, curling his fingers into the muscles beneath the fabric of my knee-length skirt. "Do you like this, as well?"
I nodded, and let my hands find their slow but eager way to his chest, feeling the bunched muscles. It wasn't enough, though. My hands wanted more. They wanted to feel hot skin. They snaked underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt and skimmed his stomach, lightly brushing the dusting of hair to rest on his chest again.
He smirked, and then mirrored my action, slipping under my shirt and running up the skin of my back, coming to rest just beneath my bra strap. I gasped at the contact of skin to skin, pressed up against him and curved my hands around to touch his back. He just lifted an eyebrow, and kept still. Was he playing a game?
I lowered my hands down the ridges of his spine and the hard creases of muscle along his back. Now I was touching him just above the waistband of his jeans.
Dare I?
Oh yes, I dared.
I moved my hands under the jeans and his underwear to clutch the cool hardness of his backside. God, it was like rock. My heart was tympani beneath my ribcage, thundering wildly. Would he reciprocate? Would I die when he did?
His thumbs brushed the outside of my thighs, hooked under the hem of my skirt and lifted, pressed his palms to my lace-clad backside. His eyes were locked on mine, waiting for me to tell him no, but I kept silent, willing my heart to slow. It didn't, and when I didn't demure, but kept my eyes bold on his, he slid his hands under the lace to my bare skin.
I trembled, sucked in a deep breath at the buzzing thrill of strong, desirous male hands on me.
"You are okay, Delilah? I do not wish to press you, if you are not wanting this as I am." I could only nod, and he tilted his head. "You are nervous, then."
I nodded again, but knew I had to say something, this time. "Yeah, I'm nervous. It's...it's been a while. But I don't want to stop."
"You will tell me if I move too fast, okay?" he said.
My panties were pink lace,
His hand moved around my waist to my back and slipped down, stopping mere centimeters from caressing my backside, and I really, really wouldn't have minded if he kept going.
"Perhaps we could move to the other side of the door?" Luca suggested, a smile in his voice.
I nodded, unthinking, letting my instincts move me rather than my fears or inhibitions. I fumbled in my bag for the key, found it, managed to turn away from his molten, desire-sparking eyes long enough to unlock the door and get inside.
Something exploded in my belly then, burst apart my fears. Luca closed the door and turned back to face me. I might have attacked him, just a little. A wave of pure lust ran through me, demolishing everything but desire. He was here, in my hotel room, larger than life, hair tangled across one eye, jeans low on his hips and tight around his firm ass. I wanted to touch him all over, feel him pressed against me, let him take control and float along for the ride.
He caught me, let me crash into him and crushed his lips to mine, and now—oh god—his hand slipped down my spine to cup my bottom and pull my hips against his.
Damp heat blossomed between my thighs, and I sighed into his lips.
"I like this," I said. I hadn't meant to speak, but the words dripped out of my mouth unbidden.
Luca laughed, a huff of breath against my lips, a smile curving his luscious mouth. "That is good. I like it as well." He moved his other hand to my backside, curling his fingers into the muscles beneath the fabric of my knee-length skirt. "Do you like this, as well?"
I nodded, and let my hands find their slow but eager way to his chest, feeling the bunched muscles. It wasn't enough, though. My hands wanted more. They wanted to feel hot skin. They snaked underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt and skimmed his stomach, lightly brushing the dusting of hair to rest on his chest again.
He smirked, and then mirrored my action, slipping under my shirt and running up the skin of my back, coming to rest just beneath my bra strap. I gasped at the contact of skin to skin, pressed up against him and curved my hands around to touch his back. He just lifted an eyebrow, and kept still. Was he playing a game?
I lowered my hands down the ridges of his spine and the hard creases of muscle along his back. Now I was touching him just above the waistband of his jeans.
Dare I?
Oh yes, I dared.
I moved my hands under the jeans and his underwear to clutch the cool hardness of his backside. God, it was like rock. My heart was tympani beneath my ribcage, thundering wildly. Would he reciprocate? Would I die when he did?
His thumbs brushed the outside of my thighs, hooked under the hem of my skirt and lifted, pressed his palms to my lace-clad backside. His eyes were locked on mine, waiting for me to tell him no, but I kept silent, willing my heart to slow. It didn't, and when I didn't demure, but kept my eyes bold on his, he slid his hands under the lace to my bare skin.
I trembled, sucked in a deep breath at the buzzing thrill of strong, desirous male hands on me.
"You are okay, Delilah? I do not wish to press you, if you are not wanting this as I am." I could only nod, and he tilted his head. "You are nervous, then."
I nodded again, but knew I had to say something, this time. "Yeah, I'm nervous. It's...it's been a while. But I don't want to stop."
"You will tell me if I move too fast, okay?" he said.
My panties were pink lace,
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