Dirty Lies

ELECTRICITY

I brushed my teeth with my finger, then took off my bra and stuffed it in between the folds of the towel, not wanting to fling it casually in a corner like at home. Thank God I'd worn one of my many cotton tank-top dresses. It would double as a sleep shirt, because there was no way I'd trust myself if I slept naked next to Luca.

The bathroom was huge, as big as my bedroom. It was all blonde marble and porcelain. There was a ginormous Jacuzzi tub, a separate shower, a toilet, a bidet, and two sinks. I closed the door and sat on the edge of the tub, trying to gather the thoughts in my sleepy mind.

By spending the night, I'd be at his mercy—at the mercy of my own desires. Would he sleep naked? I suspected he'd put on boxers if I asked. He'd been so polite all evening, doing nothing but kissing me. My stomach tightened with desire when I recalled how he'd pressed himself against me on the sofa.

It was embarrassing how I'd fallen asleep, but I'd been so relaxed lying there with him. Hopefully he wasn't offended.

I smiled weakly to myself in the mirror. Maybe Luca wasn't the most forthcoming guy about his past. But really, what did it matter? Hanging out with him was awesome.

Emerging from the bathroom, I went to the gorgeous bed, parted the sheer curtains, and climbed inside. Luca was at his bureau, taking off his shirt, revealing taut muscles.

He wore black boxer-briefs and I noticed his ass looked really firm. Tonight, it would take all my willpower to avoid sex. And yet, what exactly was I waiting for? Why was I holding back from pleasure?

He used the bathroom, then shut off the light, joining me in bed. When he leaned over for a kiss, I tugged him on top of me. I ran my hands down his back, then lower. Yep. His ass was indeed as tight as it looked.

We kissed for a long time, and a fierce Florida summer storm raced ashore. The room was dark save for flashes of lightning. When a loud crack of thunder exploded overhead, Luca protectively squeezed me closer.

"You're sure you're okay with not having sex?" I whispered.

"I'm totally okay. This makes me happy."

He kissed my neck, wrapping a fistful of my hair in his hand and pulling slightly, tilting my head. When he bit me, I traveled to a different dimension. I opened my mouth, gasping at how his lips sent waves of heat throughout my body.

Luca sat up, kneeling, and pulled me to him, my back to his chest. My hands squeezed his muscular thighs, and I lightly raked my nails over his skin. With his strong arms wrapped around me, I felt small and safe. Luca's hands caressed my thighs under my dress, alternating between gentle strokes and possessive squeezes. My breasts were heavy with longing in a way they'd never been.

I was also kneeling, and he pulled my arms back and threaded his own through the crooks of my elbows so I couldn't touch him or move while his hand raked my front. My dress and panties were still on, and his underwear did nothing to obscure the erection pressing near my ass.