Page 21 of White Room Virgin

“Come on. I think you’ve had enough for today.” I put my hand on his back and escorted him out of the kitchen. On the threshold to his room, he stumbled, pulling me to the floor with him. He just laughed, which didn’t surprise me at all, given his condition. We were now lying in the middle of the room. “You’re really not that good with doors, are you?” I asked, helping him to lean against the bed. “Where have you been?”

Tilting his head back, Lucien stroked his face and sighed. “Where have you been?”

The desperate undertone in his voice caught my attention.

Me? Why me?

“There was … that party,” he slurred his words. “And there was this girl … Jessica. She just wouldn’t stop talking. She talked and talked and talked. I just couldn’t get rid of her.” He looked at me, drained. “She was so exhausting.”

“Oh, come on.” His story amused me, and I took off his shoes with a grin. “As if you wouldn’t like it. Just enjoy it—I’d be glad of so much attention.”

He allowed me to help him like a child; even as I unbuttoned his coat, he remained quietly seated.Almost a little too calm,I realized. When I tried to help him remove his coat, he didn’t move a bit.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

Lucien opened his mouth and licked his lips. “I told you, you’re handsome.”

What the hell is this now?

“Yeah, but …” I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You reallyarehandsome.”

“What…?”

He put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me on the lips. Just like that. As if his lips were aflame, a surge of heat swept through me. Fireworks went off in my head. His soft lips were downright electrifying. An alternating bath of hot and cold made me shiver, the movements of his lips penetrating me like music. I felt the rhythm and followed it. Lucien became more impetuous, taking possession of my lips as greedily as if his life depended on it. And God, being so desperately wanted by him triggered an almost uncontrollable lust in me. I kissed him, breathing in his breath, gasping for air again and again. Lucien stroked the back of my neck with his hand, sucking on my lips and leaving me utterly powerless. When his tongue tried to make its way past my teeth, I willingly let it in.

It wasn’t until our tongues touched that alarm bells started ringing in my head. No, it was more of a siren, similar to an ambulance. And it drained all the blood from my head. All the air left my body. Startled, I pushed myself away from him and landed on my butt with a horrified gasp. “What are you doing? I’m not …”

Lucien ran his hand over his still damp lips, breathing heavily, and looked at me with shining eyes. “Does it matter?”

My heart was pounding like crazy.

God, that kiss was good!

I could still feel his lips on mine. Every fiber of my being yearned for them as though they were a drug. “No! That’s not right!” I shouted and jumped up.

No, no, no! It’s unnatural!

I rubbed my face, trying to clear my head while pacing back and forth in front of Lu.

Don’t be seduced … don’t be tempted … Is that it? The temptation? Is Lucien the temptation?

“Holy Mary, mother of God! I really should go to confession.”

“I thought they’d done away with that long ago,” Lucien said as he now struggled to peel himself out of his coat.

“What?” I shook my head in irritation. “That was Luther, man! I’m Catholic!”

“Hm. Then maybe you should get out,” he mumbled as he crawled onto the bed and slumped down. “Confession is … meh …”

Stunned, I stood there staring at him.

Is he asleep? Doesn’t he care about any of this? How can he sleep so easily when his tongue was just inside me?

I took a deep breath.

My God … And … I liked it!

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