I’d be more open to suggestion then?’
‘That had crossed my mind.’ She smiled again.
‘You’re really okay with it?’ Luka frowned because this reaction had been far from the one he had been expecting.
‘Of course,’ she said, and then her voice dropped. ‘Apart from one thing.’
Yes, she always surprised him.
‘You still owe me that kiss.’
‘Sophie, you don’t end a relationship with a kiss.’
‘Why not?’ she said. ‘I want you to be my first kiss.’
‘Sophie—’
‘It has to be you,’ Sophie said, because quite simply it had to be. She sat on the kitchen bench and her hands went up and linked loosely behind his neck.
‘Remember the party, the night you left for London?’
‘Of course I remember.’
‘Did you want to kiss me then?’
‘No,’ Luka said. Then she had been a girl, a teary teenager, now there was no doubt that a woman sat before him—and one who knew what she wanted.
‘Do you want to kiss me now?’ Sophie asked.
He answered with his lips. She felt the soft weight of his mouth and though she did not want to marry Luka, it did not mean she did not find him beautiful. Every kiss that Sophie had ever missed out on was made up for by this.
He held her face and his mouth was gentle. The last seconds of her lip glaze ensured their soft passage and his kiss was exactly as it should be, better even than anticipated. A soft tasting that had her hands move to his chest as they had ached to do on sight.
In her dreams he had crushed her mouth and his tongue had fiercely parted her lips, but in reality he had no need to for her mouth readily opened to his and mutually their kiss deepened.
Her palms pressed to his naked chest and as his tongue slipped in she slid her hands, loving the feeling of strength beneath the skin. His breathing was harsher as her hands moved over his flat, mahogany nipples and then it was Sophie who took his face in her hands.
She felt he was going to halt their kiss so her tongue pleaded for him not to. She wanted this just as he did.
She wanted his hand that was now stroking at her breast through the fabric of her dress and as her nipple thickened to the touch of his thumb he let out a small moan that sent a vibration to her core. He stepped in closer and her legs parted to enable him to. One hand still toyed with her breast while the other slid up the outside of her smooth thigh, but when he encountered her naked bottom he stilled and pulled his mouth back a little.
‘Do you always run around with no underwear on?’
‘You’ll never know.’ Sophie smiled and Luka returned it but when she went to kiss him he moved his mouth back and she ached because he had halted. ‘Please, Luka...’
‘You said a kiss.’
‘We want more than a kiss.’
She was so certain in that moment that she could speak for them both.
‘I’m not ending things and taking your virginity,’ Luka said. ‘You’ve already got enough reasons to call me a bastard.’
‘Then don’t give me another one,’ Sophie warned. ‘I cried every night for a month when you left but I’m not going to cry this time. You’ve had all my tears, Luka. I just want a part of what was promised to me.’
‘Which part?’
‘This part.’
His eyes closed as her hand found him and she ran her fingers over his length. Lightly at first but then she pressed her fingers in a little.
She had never been shy around Luka.
She had never been shy.
She watched as he closed her eyes and felt the bliss as he grew to her touch. The ache in her groin grew too and so Sophie wriggled provocatively closer to the only man she had ever wanted.
She met his ear and kissed it as he pulled her in firmly.
‘I want you to be my first.’ She stated her wishes. ‘It has to be you, Luka... It was always going to be you.’
GONE WAS THE girl he had tipped from his knee all those years ago. Gone was the teary teenager. Instead of pleading, instead of crying, now she seduced.
Now she removed her hand from where it was teasing him and stopped the dance with her tongue on his ear so that she could watch his eyes open.
With a smile, in one lithe easy motion, she pulled off her dress and naked she sat before him, watching his eyes roam the lushness of her breasts.
‘This part,’ Sophie said again, and with her legs balanced on his hips she unzipped and freed him.
He was beautiful. His skin was soft and dark and together they watched her explore him till Luka could take it no more. He was there at her entrance and Sophie was guiding him in, her jaw tensing as he stretched her but the rest of her was loose and willing.
‘Not here,’ Luka said, even though it was contrary to his action, for he was inching just a little more inside her tight space.
‘Yes, here,’ Sophie urged.
They wanted each other’s mouths yet the top of their heads were locked, watching as if from the edge of paradise as he inched in a little further. Bordo Del Cielo meant the edge of heaven and that was exactly where both of them were as he stretched her.
‘Not here,’ Luka warned again, despite her frantic pleas for him to continue. ‘I’m taking you to my bed.’
He tried to zip up but with the protest of her kisses and the scent and oil of her on his fingers further turning him on it was like trying to reset a jack-in-the-box. He gave in and just kicked off his pants and got back to kissing her as he lifted her from the kitchen bench. With her legs coiled around him they kissed all the way up the stairs.
‘Here,’ Sophie said, when they were halfway up and he halted just to taste her deeper. He almost relented but then reminded himself of a part of the need for getting to his bedroom.
‘I’ve got condoms in my case.’
‘I told you we don’t need them.’
They just made it to the bedroom and he dropped her onto the bed but, unlike the last time when he’d had had to peel her from him, now, loose-limbed, she let herself fall—because this time Sophie knew that in a moment he’d join her.
‘I told you I’ve already gone on the Pill,’ she said, watching the delicious sight of him kneeling and trying to open up his case.
‘It’s for protection.’
‘I’ve never needed protection from you.’
Innocent, Luka thought, but only to a point. Her words were more seductive than any he had ever heard. Nothing would usually halt him—sheathing was, to Luka, second nature. Not with Sophie, though, because he wanted the naked bliss of them together. Later he would scold her, and warn her not to trust another with such a choice. She was right, though; she needed no protection from him.
‘I know what I want, Luka.’
He came over to the bed where she lay and like a panther he crawled with stealth that had her writhing until he was with her, and she would never forget his smile.
‘I’m going to talk to you later.’
‘You’re going to make love to me