Page 37 of Lukas

“I’m not who you think I am,” she said against his lips.

“Are you a Russian spy?”

She rolled her eyes. “No.”

“A wrestler for the WWE? A cop? A sparkly vampire?”

“No.” She sighed. “Lukas, be serious.”

“Fine, princess. Who are you if you’re not who I think you are?”

She threw up her hands in exasperation. “I’m not a passionate woman, okay? Despite what happened tonight. That was just sort of an accident. I’m not a sexual, sensual being. Some people are. You are. I’m just not. Never have been. Never going to be.”

He stared at her for a long moment before clutching her to his chest. She could feel his torso moving, almost like deep shudders.

Then she realized… “Are you laughing at me?”

He drew in a deep breath and took a step back so they could see eye to eye. A smile still pulled at his lips. “No. Or hell, I’m trying not to because I know that will hurt your feelings, but it’s really hard. Not passionate? Jesus, woman. You sucked me off so well a couple hours ago that it was damn near embarrassing how fast I came. Not passionate? You have come apart—literally dripping—on my fingers and cock in the last week. And I have no doubt you’re going to come apart on my tongue just as soon as I…”

He trailed off as she tensed again.

Realization dawned in his eyes. “This is about oral sex, isn’t it? You ran because you don’t want me to go down on you?” His eyebrows looked like they were trying to find a permanent spot in his hairline. “I’ll admit, that’s a first.”

She pushed him and slid out from between him and the wall and marched into her living room. “You know what, you don’t understand. Couldn’t possibly,. and I don’t expect you to. You’ve been like an open-twenty-four-seven sex-candy shop since high school. It all comes easy for you. Naturally. For some of us it doesn’t, okay?”

He followed her but didn’t say anything.

“So that’s why it just won’t work out for you and me, and why I left. Because sooner or later, the Ice Queen is going to make an appearance, and it will ruin everything. And all the hot stuff you and I have done will get tainted by that and my normal unresponsive nature. And then you’ll think of me that way too.”

The smile that had still been pulling on his face disappeared. His eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward.

“I recall telling you on Wednesday that it was not acceptable for you to call yourself that anymore.”

“Not saying it doesn’t make it any less true. No amount of commands in that sexy, authoritative voice is going to make it any less true that you and I run at two different sexual temperatures. You run hot, and I run—”

“You can say it.” His tone was neutral this time as he cut her off, taking another step into the room. “But just be warned that if the word cold comes out of your mouth—hell, if any self-derogatory term leaves your lips about your sexuality—it’s going to earn you a spanking on your naked ass with my hand. And it’s going to happen after I put that plug in, so don’t think I’ve forgotten that.”

He took another step. Jesus, why the hell had she never noticed how big he was? Maybe it was because she was in bare feet. He made her feel tiny. Out of control. How did she both love and hate that at the same time?

She moved another step and found herself against the back of her couch—the very couch he’d promised to bend her over when he used the anal plug.

Suddenly, cold was the furthest from what she felt. It seemed like the very air was singeing her lungs as she struggled to get a full breath.

“And Reina?”

She watched as he began unbuttoning his shirt, unable to drag her eyes away.

“Wh-what?”

“I’m going to do all that plus make you come over and over again, screaming my name as I eat your pussy very, very thoroughly.”

Okay, he was back to the oral sex topic again. He didn’t seem to understand that she wasn’t just making this up.

She placed a hand out in front of her as if that would stop him. “Lukas, look, I know you’re a good guy. And truly, truly this isn’t me fishing for compliments or offering some sort of challenge.” He took a step forward, and she slid a little further away along the back of the couch. “I-I’m just not wired like most women. I don’t really like oral sex because it doesn’t give me enough stimulation. Okay?”

His head tilted to the side as he studied her, but he stopped. “And you know that’s perfectly fine, right? Different people like different angles, pressures, positions. The nipple clamps I put on you would send some women crying to the cops. That doesn’t make what you need any less legitimate than what they do.”

“Not according every ex-boyfriend I’ve ever had. I’m sure I haven’t had quite as much practice as you, but I’m sure half a dozen guys can’t all be wrong. I’m—”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I told you what will happen if you say it. And I’m a man of my word.”

She shook her head. He was never going to believe her words. The only thing that would make him understand was showing him. She hated that this would taint everything else, but it was the only way. So she waved her red flag in front of the bull.

“I’m cold, Lukas. They’re not wrong. I’m the Ice Queen.”

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