I prop my feet on the coffee table, crossing my ankles.
Reese rakes his gaze all the way down my body to my feet and back up again. "Please tell me you were joking about being a virgin. You said that to stop me from attacking you, right?"
"Not completely. I am a virgin."
I've had orgasms, lots and lots of them, but only my hands have ever touched me down there. Sometimes I really want to pop that cherry, but men are such dicks. Most of them. The good ones are, of course, already taken.
"Does Elena know that?" Reese asks.
"That I'm a virgin? Yeah. My family knows too, since we talk about pretty much everything."
His lips curve into a wicked smirk. "Do you want to stay a virgin? Because I'm the best first time you'll ever have."
"Not exactly humble, though, are you?" I lean back and shake my head. "Sorry, I've taken a vow to stay untouched until I meet the man I'm going to marry."
That's baloney, since I've decided to get laid ASAP, but I'm trying to discourage Reese.
Uh, why am I doing that? He's hot, I'm horny, and we're both adults.
But he's also the brother of my best friend's fiancé. My brain keeps telling me that makes it wrong somehow, but my body thinks that's bullshit.
He sighs with immense sarcasm at my claim I'm waiting for marriage. "What a shame."
"The right guy is worth waiting for."
"Hmm." He braces his elbow on the sofa's back, raising his hand to rest his chin on it. "Who is your perfect man?"
"Don't know. Someone who"---doesn't care about my money or my pedigree---"treats me with respect and love. A man who adores me. You know, the kind who always considers my feelings and does whatever he can to make me feel appreciated and loved."
"You want a gay man, then?"
"No." I give him a fake scowl. "I want a good man."
"I'm very good. Ask any of the girls I've been with."
"Sex isn't part of the formula for a good man. I mean, I want to have sex with the guy I marry, but that's not the most important thing."
Reese studies me like he's trying to figure out what kind of alien species I belong to, his eyes faintly squinted and his lips faintly puckered. "You really are barking mad."
"Excuse me? I'm quirky, not crazy."
"Oh, don't get me wrong." He scoots a little closer, his voice lowering to the sexiest rumble I've ever heard. "I'd love to get a leg over with you. And I guarantee you'll be glad you gave up your innocence to become a sinner with me. I do sin better than anyone."
He is cute. A real hunk of man candy. And he smells soooo good. Is that cologne or aftershave? The spicy scent of it wafted over me when he leaned in, and now I can't stop smelling it. My nether regions love that aroma, and how close his lips are to mine. I'm getting slick and warm and deliciously achy.
"Thank you for the offer," I force myself to say. "But I'm good the way I am."
"Yes, I agree. You are perfect, lush---" He stops short of calling me Luscious again and frowns a little. "Is it all right if I call you darling? Or is that too close to the word I'm not allowed to use?"
Oh what the hell. It's not like I'll jump his bones if he calls me that word again.
"Go on," I say, waving my hand like I'm a queen granting my royal permission. "Call me Luscious."
He grins. "Thank you."
"Whatever."
The doorbell rings, and Reese springs off the sofa to get our food. He returns a minute later with a large pizza box and sets it on the coffee table, then flips the lid up.