She brushed her lips over his. ‘See? You’re undoubtedly decent.’
He expelled a short sound of amusement. ‘I don’t think you’d say that if you knew the decidedly indecent thoughts I’ve been having about you.’
Pleasure warmed her. ‘Tell me,’ she invited, moving her bottom a little from side to side, watching as his eyes darkened with the unmistakable rush of desire. ‘Or better yet...’ She moved her mouth to his, kissing him gently at the corner. ‘Show me,’ she invited, pushing his shirt up his body, revealing his taut abdomen, her fingers brushing his wall of abdominals then discarding the shirt on the floor. He didn’t fight her and she was so glad; she didn’t realise how sure she’d been that he would fight her until he didn’t and relief flooded her body. Relief, and a rush of desire.
She shifted on the seat, needing more purchase, more of him, so she lifted up and straddled him, allowing her head to drop to his chest, her tongue to tease his nipples, as he’d done to her on so many occasions. He shuddered beneath her touch, pleasure radiating through him, so power surged in her veins.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked, and hope was an explosion in the centre of her chest.
‘Do what?’ she prompted with mock innocence, blinking her blue eyes at him.
He groaned, bringing his hands to cup her buttocks, drawing her right onto the hardness she could feel through his trousers. The smile dropped from her mouth as urgency overtook her.
‘I’m sure,’ she agreed. ‘Did you think I’d change my mind?’
‘I don’t know.’ His smile was taut. ‘You only get one chance to lose your virginity.’
‘Do you think I want to wait until I’m thirty?’
‘I think you might want to wait until you meet someone you’re in an actual relationship with.’
‘We’ve discussed that.’ She shook her head resolutely. ‘I’m no more interested in an actual relationship than you are.’ Saying those words felt good. Important. Because they also felt very wrong, and she couldn’t understand why, but she needed to hold onto their agreement, the pledge they’d made to one another. ‘I’m only after meaningless sex, remember?’
She moved back to kissing him, need propelling anything else from her mind. It was the same for Luca. Having held off for days despite the temptation, he felt, finally, as though he were about to be unleashed and his impatience knew no bounds. He undressed Olivia as quickly as he could, not wanting to move her from his lap but needing better access to lower her pants. God, if it weren’t her first time, he’d have loved to make love to her right here, like this, with her on his lap at the dining table, God help him, it would be perfection. But not for her first time.
He stood, lifting her easily, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her through the house, up the stairs to his bedroom, his fingers kneading her buttocks.
‘I can walk,’ she said on a tremulous laugh, her voice brushing his throat.
‘And then I would not get to hold you like this.’
His bedroom felt like a thousand miles away. Finally, he shouldered his way through the door and placed her on the bed, bringing his body over hers, not pausing to draw breath, just needing to kiss her properly now that he could. Her hands roamed his naked torso, feeling, touching, exploring, familiarising herself with him completely; he’d never known something as simple as touch to be so incendiary. He stepped out of his pants with urgency, needing to be naked and close to her, needing her with a fire-like intensity.
Her fingers glided down his arms, latching with his, so he held her arms at her sides as he kissed her, devouring her, passionately possessing her until he pushed her back onto the bed and they fell, a tangle of limbs, legs entwined and writhing as they sought the ultimate closeness. His need for her cracked through him, contorting him, so he had to focus to remember her innocence, to hold himself back, to stop from taking her as he wanted.
But at every step, Olivia met him as an equal, so that despite her innocence she was his match, her enthusiasm giving her confidence. But it was more than that. Holding back, waiting for this, exploring each other day after day, had built to a crescendo. They’d been engaged in a torturous form of foreplay for days and nights, desire building until it reached a zenith. Her touch drove him wild, driving all ability to think from his mind. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer, and the tip of his arousal nudged between her legs, so he groaned, long and low, aching to push into her, to feel her muscles spasm around his hard length. But caution was ingrained in Luca, so even now, while incapable of stringing two words together, he knew enough to pull up and take a moment, to stare down at her, before reaching to his bedside table and removing a condom. His eyes latched to hers as he opened the packet, then slid it over his length—an act Olivia’s own gaze devoured in a way that made desire spear him from the inside out. ‘Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?’
‘Me?’ She purred.
He laughed gruffly. ‘Oh, you know exactly how you make me feel.’
She reached up, grabbing him by the shoulders so she could pull him back on top of her. ‘Maybe a fraction of how you make me feel?’
‘Is that a fact?’
‘I think it might be.’
‘And what about this?’ He pressed himself inside her, just enough for Olivia to gasp, her eyes widening, so confused wonder crossed her features.
‘Are you okay?’
She nodded, her features tense.
‘Breathe,’ he said gently, lowering his mouth to hers, brushing their lips as he pushed into her completely, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the invasion of his arousal.
Olivia tensed as pain gripped her, unexpected, immediate, but searing, like a flash of lightning in the sky, and then it was gone, giving way to slight discomfort at first, and then a warm glow of pleasure as he began to move, his arousal so deep inside her that she felt a pleasure she’d never known possible. He kissed her in time to his movements and she scratched her fingers down his back as euphoria threatened to overtake everything else.
Only the sound of her rushing blood filled Olivia’s ears. She would never have said pleasure could be excruciating but, to her, that was what it felt like, as each thrust of Luca’s arousal seemed to bring her both pleasure and impatience all at once. Stars formed behind her eyelids and then, out of nowhere, she was bursting apart at the seams, pleasure no longer excruciating but almost too exquisite to bear. She rolled back her head and squeezed her eyes shut as she rode the wave of release, his name on her lips, filling the silence of the room, adding to the cacophony of her own body’s pleasure.