Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Yeah RIGHT! Have you seen yourself, Luca? There’s no way. I bet women are throwing themselves at you all the time.
I don’t care about other women, he writes. I seriously don’t give a single damn. What do you need to tell me?
I wonder why he’s getting so defensive about it. Does he have a past? He’s over ten years older than me, so it’d be silly to expect him not to. Still, the idea of him with other women makes my belly tighten, and not in a good way.
Answer my question first.
Boyfriends and girlfriends go on dates. They have sex. Am I in the ballpark here?
Exactly! They have sex, and I’ve never had a boyfriend. Come on, Luca. Don’t make me say it.
A moment later, his message arrives. Are you telling me you’re a virgin?
I force myself to type out a quick, Yes. Maybe this is the part where he completely loses interest.
Instead, he replies, Now I have to see you even more. Tomorrow, Ruby. I won’t take no for an answer, and I don’t give a damn if that scares you.
My legs close on instinct, the pressure in my core blazing, heat rising to my cheeks, chest, and everything. You want to see me even MORE now? Why?
Because when I touch your hot, curvy, perfect body, I’ll be the only one. Remember what I said about not wanting to talk about other people? Now, I don’t even have to think about it. Your voluptuous body belongs to me.
I gasp, the familiar tingles getting even more intense. My sex is burning even hotter than when I brought the showerhead to it. My heart is pounding with the force of destiny. It’s so cheesy, but I don’t care. That’s how it feels. There’s a “this is right” drum pounding deep within.
Does that scare you, too? he follows up.
Not as much as it should, I reply.
That’s why I wanted to end that motherfucker. He did something no man has the right to do. He violated you, but you don’t belong to him. You belong to me.
What does it mean to belong to you?
It means I’m the only one who touches your body, ever. It means I’m the only one who’ll ever kiss your shy, perfect lips. It means I can’t think about waiting until tomorrow. I want to see you soon. Now.
Now? I message.
What? Have you got other plans?
Well, just sleep, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep now.
Why not?
Because of all the stuff you’re saying.
But WHAT about it? he persists. Be specific.
I take a bolstering breath. This is all so new to me. Every aspect of it is like a new chapter in a period of history I’ve never encountered before. It’s that multiplied by a hundred, a thousand. My core feels like it’s getting really hot.
I said be specific, Guinevere.
Okay, Lancelot… My pussy is getting really warm. My clit is aching, sort of like I want to be touched, but I’m also scared. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing. What if I’m not good enough for you?
Oh, fuck. You’re more than good enough. Get dressed. Be ready. I’m coming over.
You can’t come here! Mom and Dad and Lexi would freak if they knew about us.
Why? he texts.
Because you’re a mafia prince, Luca.
Just get ready, he responds a moment later. Tell them you’re staying over at a friend’s or something.
I don’t have to tell them anything. I’m not a little kid anymore. I can go where I want, with who I want.
It’s just telling them that will make things tricky.
Then get your perfect, curvy body dressed. I need to see you. I’m rock-hard thinking about you.
Seriously? I murmur and text, my thighs aching even more.
I’m aching, bursting with lust for you. I’m hungry. I’m starving for you.
Okay, let me know when you’re outside.
I get dressed quietly, not wanting anybody else to hear. I don’t have to feel guilty, anyway. If Dad can sneak around, why can’t I?
CHAPTER 12
Luca
I sit at the end of the street, almost shaking with how badly I want to see her. The days apart have just made me even hungrier. Rereading her texts makes me even more of a wild man. When she shyly talks about getting horny, my dick stiffens. Precome leaks hotly from my tip. I want to treat her better than this—another meeting in the dark—but I can’t.
Her figure appears, her shapeliness obvious even in the darkness. Her hips drive me nuts. It’s how wide they are like she’s begging me to grab and hold them, to own her, but I already do own her.
Reaching over, I push the door open. The moment she slides into the seat, I lean across and press my lips against hers. It’s not even like I make a conscious decision. I can’t fight the urge after being apart from her for so long or what feels like so long.