Good Girls Don't. Victoria Dahl
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wove her fingers between his and stroked his thumb with hers. “Is she … Is it possible she, um, went to a clinic and did it herself?”
Luke sighed, and his body relaxed back into the couch as if someone had cut his strings. “It’s possible. I’ve never asked her if … She doesn’t date much, so there was talk. Stereotypical bullshit, and it’s nobody’s business but Simone’s.”
Tessa squeezed his hand.
“But … I thought she’d tell me.”
She cocked her head and studied his face as he stared at some faraway spot. “You’re sure you’re not in love with her?”
He smiled and his eyes finally found her. “It’s not like that between us,” he said. “Promise.”
“I’m glad,” she whispered, and his eyelids dipped. He stared at her mouth. Tessa suffered a nearly irrepressible urge to lean forward. To taste him. To lick at his bottom lip until he devoured her. But she didn’t kiss him; she just stroked his thumb, over and over. Luke blinked slowly, and then he pulled her in.
Triumph roared in her blood, but it was premature. Luke’s mouth hovered over hers, but their lips didn’t touch. Her breath quickened. His hand curved around her neck. For a long moment, Luke rested his forehead against hers.
Just as it occurred to her that he might not kiss her at all, Luke whispered, “Damn,” and his lips touched hers.
Tessa’s heartbeat jumped to a frightening pace. He kissed her so softly, but she could taste him as his mouth parted, slowly opening her body to him. His tongue touched hers and she gasped into him.
Oh, God, he tasted good. So good. Tessa’s body went hot in a sudden rush of lust. She spread both her hands on his chest, but Luke didn’t deepen the kiss as she’d expected. His hand stayed light against the back of her neck. His tongue still teased her. He seemed content to taste and taste again. But Tessa wanted to drown.
Something about this man inspired a strange mix of urgency and vulnerability that turned her into a bundle of need. Clearly, Luke wasn’t laboring under the same burden. His tongue slid over hers with such slow sensuality that she found herself whimpering, hoping he only needed a hint.
But no. It was just his mouth on hers, his fingers against her neck. Then his other hand rose to spread over her shoulder, and shivers shot along her skin.
Screw it. She was all in. Tessa eased closer and straddled his legs.
“Mmph,” he said against her mouth. Ignoring his surprise, she pressed her belly to his and took advantage of her new leverage to kiss him deeper.
Luke groaned and his fingers finally tightened against the back of her neck. The roughness of his hands only made her hotter. She was wet already, aroused as all hell, and they’d only kissed. Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair so she could press her body more firmly to him. The hand that had been holding her shoulder slid down until his fingers framed her ribs.
Now, finally, his kisses grew rough. Gorgeously rough. His mouth tasted of heat and wine, and the scent of his skin clung so tightly to him that she had to press closer and closer to get enough of it. Her shifting proved that she wasn’t the only one aroused. But when she rolled her hips into him, Luke jerked his head back, breaking the kiss.
“Wait,” he gasped.
Tessa froze. What the heck?
“We can’t …”
“Can’t what?” she asked with a frown that felt decidedly grumpy.
“Can’t … do any of this.”
Tessa scooted back a little so she could meet his gaze. “Do you have a girlfriend? Not your partner, but someone else?”
“No. That’s not it. I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Good.” She started to scoot forward again, but Luke’s hands gripped her hips and held her back. He shook his head, his eyes going wider as each second passed. He looked … scared?
“What’s wrong?” Tessa pressed.
“Nothing! I just … I should go. That’s all.”
“You’re kidding. You need to leave right now? In the middle of this?”
He didn’t answer, just watched her as if she might grow tentacles at any moment.
Tessa shrugged. “Just give me a few more minutes.” She leaned in and kissed him before he could say no. Her ploy worked for a moment. He moaned when their tongues met and immediately picked up the kiss where they’d left off.
She would’ve smiled if she could have, but Tessa didn’t want to frighten the man. She had him just where she wanted him: under her and falling fast.
And it felt good. It felt good and that was all she wanted right now.
NO, NO, NO, Luke’s brain was chanting, but the message broke up before it reached his body. Her mouth was so hot. Just pure wet heat. He wanted to get deeper. Deeper inside her fiery body. Good Christ, what would that feel like?
Stop! his brain bellowed. Luke’s body jerked at the command, and he managed to pull away. “Stop,” he groaned.
This woman was a virgin. He had no intention of taking her virginity, so there was no point going any further. His resistance was more effective this time. Tessa scrambled off his legs and stood in front of him.
“What is wrong with you?” she demanded.
So many things. But he wasn’t going to add “deflowerer of innocent women” to his list of dubious accomplishments, so he croaked out, “Nothing,” and pushed to his feet.
Tessa backed up and crossed her arms. “Well, you look like you were having a good time.” Her eyes dipped down to aim her gaze at his lap.
He fought the urge to shield himself from her sight. She probably understood what happened down there, anatomically speaking. Her brothers hadn’t mentioned anything about a convent education.
“I’m sorry, Tessa,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I shouldn’t have come over. I’m honored, but …” He backed away, heading for the door.
“Honored? What the heck are you talking about?”
“Look,” he finally said. “I know, okay? I know.”
“Know what?”
“About your …” He made a vague gesture toward her middle.
Tessa shot an impatient glance down her body. “This is getting really weird, Luke. Just go.”
She’d given him permission to escape, but now he couldn’t move. Tessa’s sweet face was creased in a frown of confusion. He’d rejected her, and she didn’t know why. If she’d really wanted to have sex … Surely that kind of rejection could scar a virgin for life. What if he permanently damaged her blossoming sexuality? His mind spun with horror.
“Go,” she said. “I won’t jump you when you turn your back on me. Shoo. You’re free!”
He should never have come over. This was too much pressure. Luke turned up his palms in a helpless plea. “Maybe we could just watch a movie or something. Get to know each other as friends.”
Tessa drew herself straight and gave him a tight smile. “You seem like a really nice guy, Luke. Honestly. But I’m starting to get a weird Madonna-whore-complex vibe from you. And I don’t feel like watching a movie. Or pretending to be a saint. So I’ll see you around, okay?”
“Madonna-whore complex?”
“It’s a psychological term for men who—”
“I know what it is and I don’t have it!”
“Oh,