Page 62 of Lorenzo

His grip on my wrists loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he brushes my hair aside and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the nape of my neck.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

I bury my face in the sheets, mortified.

“No,” I whisper. “I’m a virgin.”

In an instant, the arrogant mafia prince who’d pinned me down moments ago melts into something gentler. Protective.

“Christ,” he breathes. He releases my wrists entirely and turns me onto my back, cradling my face between his large hands.

Lorenzo’s black eyes search mine, the hunger warring with something real. “We don’t have to⁠—”

It takes me only a minute to think it through.

I’d never ‘saved myself’ for any particular reason. It wasn’t any highfalutin sense of wanting to be a virgin when I married.

I had no interest in being part of any man’s conquest.

And I’d never been attracted to a man, on both an emotional and physical level, the way I’m attracted to Lorenzo.

“I want to,” I say quickly, before I can lose my nerve.

My voice trembles. “I… I want you, Lorenzo. Even if I know I shouldn’t.”

He kisses me slow and deep.

His tongue traces my lower lip until I open for him.

I taste scotch and something darker. Even more masculine.

My hands fist in his shirt as heat spirals through me.

Lorenzo takes his time undressing me. The robe slips off my shoulders.

Lingerie follows.

Every inch of newly exposed skin receives his kiss, a graze of his teeth, or a teasing lick.

He lavishes attention on my breasts until I whimper.

My conservative upbringing crumbles under waves of sensation I’d never imagined.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers against my stomach. “So fucking perfect.”

His hands part my thighs with a gentle motion.

I tense, suddenly shy, but he soothes me with soft words and slower kisses along my inner thighs.

When his mouth finally finds my most intimate place, my fingers grasp at his dark hair.

I writhe as he licks and sucks with practiced skill, coaxing pleasure from me until my legs shake.

My first orgasm from his tongue washes over me like a wave.

Only then does he shed the rest of his clothes.