“I mean, no. Not tonight.”
Disappointed, I let go of his shoulders.One hard shove andhis top halfflewoff the couch. “Why the hell not?”
“It’s not the right time.”Detangling our legs, he sat up on the floor.
The erection he was sporting made it hard to believe what he was saying. His tousled hair and swollen lips made him positively fuckable, crossing all my wires. I didn’t understand why this was happening. “Is it because I ordered in and didn’t cook? Trust me. I did you a favor.”
He shook his head, those dark waves falling into his brown eyes. “No, tonight was perfect. I just don’t think now is the right time. We should wait until we’re ready.”
Lifting an eyebrow, I stared at the tightening in his slacks. “If your dick is anything to go by, I’d say we’re ready.”
Luca stood, placing his crotch at eye level, taunting me. The streetlights had come on,and Luca was taking his balls and going home just when the game was getting good.
“Sash. I don’t want how we met to dictate what kind of relationship we have. I’m enjoying getting to know you, and I hope you feel the same way.” He picked up his shoes and sat down to put them on.
“I do, but I don’t understand why we couldn’t have been naked when you told me about being Peter Pan in the school play.” I straddled his lap, halting his attempt to tie his shoes. “Hell, we could’ve even acted it out.” My hands brushed his shoulders, sliding to his firm chest. “Let me be your Wendy, Luca.”
The desperation in my voice disgusted me, but I was beyond pride at this point.
I pressed myself into him, but he only smiled. “Remember, dome of secrecy. There are very few people who know about my stint in tights. I expect you to take that information to the grave.”
I nuzzled his neck, placing small kisses on the sensitive skin until shivers racked Luca’s body. Grinding on his lap, I whispered in his ear, “My silence can be bought.” I nipped his earlobe, and he gripped my hips more firmly, holding me down against his hardness. A quiet moan left my lips as I rocked against him. “I’ll blackmail you. Or is it extortion? I’m not really clear on the difference.” I gave his neck a quick bite.
Luca’s body stiffened. When I pulled away, he no longer looked playful. I framed his face with my hands, trying to bring his gaze back to me. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Blowing out a breath, a sorry excuse for a smile settled onto his handsome face. “Nothing, I’m just being weird,aren’t I?”
I shook my head. Guilt settled into my chest for pressuring him into something he was clearly not into. “No, I’m being pushy.” I moved to get off his lap. “I’m sorry. You’re free to leave without further molestation.”
Before I stood completely up, Luca pulled me back to his lap. My lips parted to ask what he was doing, but he kissed the bejesus out of me,smothering any possibility of speech.
His lips were soft but demanding. As he tugged my bottom lip between his teeth, a moan fell from my mouth. My hips rolled against him,trying to regain our previous passion. His tongue stroked mine in time with the movement of our bodies. He dug his fingers into my fleshy ass, the bite of pain welcome and only adding to my pleasure. The course material of his slacks rubbed against the flimsy material between my legs, and heat started building, every move bringing me closer to a big finale.
Before I could topple over the edge, Luca’s kisses slowed. His hips stopped moving with mine, and no matter how hard I strained to stay pressed against him, he pushed me back on his lap.
When he pulled away, we were gasping for air. Resting my forehead against his, I stared into his eyes, panting, trying to regain control of my body. No one had ever made me so desperate.
He placed my hand over his racing heart. “You feel that? That’s why I want to wait. We could be something special. I don’t want to rush it.”
I nodded as he set me on the next cushion. Adjusting himself, he stood. The tent in his pants was enough to poke an eye out. How did he expect to leave with that thing standing at attention?
Looking down at me, hunger clear in his eyes, he bent over and placed a kiss on my lips. My fingertips just grazed his hairline before he pulled back, keeping me from grabbing his thick, black hair and holding him hostage.
“I need to get out of here before I fuck this up.”Luca sighed as he took a step toward the door.
I nodded, not really understanding why he was holding out on me. I picked the cat hair off my dress, not able to watch him leave when I was so wound up.
“Sasha.”
“Yeah.”
“Pleaselookat me.”
Reluctantly I did, and damn, I wished I hadn’t.Luca’smessy hair and swollen lips made me want to leap off the couch to maul his sexy ass. “I’m looking.”
“I’ll call you?”
I wanted to scream, “why bother?” So, we could make another date where he would be perfect and charming. Get me to the edge of happy-good times, then bolt? No thanks. The thought of another blue ovary night left me cringing.