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The man nodded and held open the heavy oak door, but as we stepped into a wide corridor, lit by elaborate wall sconces, the scent of fresh paint permeating the air, I found the will to dig my heels into the plush carpeting.
‘Wait! Mr Camaro.’
He stopped abruptly and turned to me. ‘My name is Renzo,’ he said.
‘I...’ I gulped down the anxiety closing my throat. ‘I don’t remember agreeing to sleep with you,’ I managed, as he continued to stare at me.
A muscle in his jaw jumped, and something flickered in his expression, which looked oddly like desperation. But surely, I had got that wrong.
Camaro had kissed a ton of women before me, and I knew I wasn’t special. I was just another notch to add to his bedpost. Quite probably the second notch of this evening. But even knowing I was just one in a long line of willing women, I knew I wasn’t going to refuse him. I’d never had this brutal yearning before tonight, and it seemed appropriate that I should want to have it fulfilled by him, because he’d triggered it after all. Also he had a reputation as a man who knew how to satisfy women. And it seemed like a good idea to put my first time in the hands of an expert.
But even knowing I wanted him, I wanted this, I also wanted him to at least deign to ask me properly first.
He cradled my cheek, then rubbed his thumb across my lips, which were still sore from that marauding kiss.
‘Your eyes tell me that you want me, and so did your lips,’ he said. But then he dropped his hand and stepped back. ‘But if you wish to say no, of course you can.’
The wicked smile was mocking, but I wasn’t sure who he was mocking, me or himself.
‘I don’t want to say no,’ I was forced to admit. ‘But there’s something you should know...’
I hesitated. Should I tell him he was my first lover? A part of me was scared he would stop, or worse be appalled. The spurt of inadequacy from earlier began to put a big dent in my newfound confidence.
But then his eyebrow lifted and his lips quirked in that mocking smile, and I knew I couldn’t lie to him.
‘What is this thing I should know?’ he prompted, because I was standing in front of him like a dummy.
‘I... I’ve never done this before,’ I blurted out.
Instead of looking surprised or appalled, the mocking smile remained firmly in place. ‘Never donewhat,Principessa?’ he asked, as the heat in his eyes intensified.
It was clear he really had no idea what I was talking about. My face heated so swiftly it was probably glowing in the shadowy hallway. Seriously, I was going to have to spell this out?
‘You know...’ I swung my hand between the two of us. ‘Thisthing. Tonight.’
‘What thing?’ he asked again, enjoying himself, as I drowned in embarrassment. He gripped my flailing fingers and brought them to his lips. ‘You have never had sex in Paris?’ he teased, as he kissed my fingertips, sending the heat south. ‘Perhaps you have never had sex with a man who is dedicated to making you come so hard you scream?’
He sucked my thumb into his mouth. The sensual pressure made me bite my lip to contain a groan.
‘Or maybe you have never had sex with a man who does not know your name?’
The gleam in his eyes became as dangerous as it was charming and my face—and a few other key parts of my anatomy—threatened to spontaneously combust.
‘There is a simple solution to this problem—take off the mask and tell me who you are,Principessa.’
I dragged my fingers free and rubbed my hand along the satin of my dress, my skin sizzling.
‘I’ve never had sex with anyone before,’ I replied.
His eyebrows launched up his forehead. And I could see I had actually managed to shock this unshockable man.
‘You are not serious?’ he said, his voice rough with disbelief. Then his gaze swept over me, the mocking grin history. ‘How old are you?’
‘Twenty.’
His shoulders all but slumped with relief. And he said something in Italian under his breath which sounded like a curse and had everything inside me becoming sharp and discordant.
Jess, you dope, why did you have to tell him the truth?
