Page 92 of Twisted Trails
The fuck was going on in my pants during that?
“Dreamed about you last night.” Luc sighs and pulls me out of my thoughts with it.
“Yeah?” I glance at him. “Was I wearing pink?”
He grins. “You weren’t wearing anything at all. AndPetitewas there too. Wearing just as little.”
My fingers tighten around the sponge, sending a waterfallof soapy water to the bottom of the sink.Fuck. It’s as if he’s just read my mind.
“That thing earlier,” he continues, shutting off the water and turning to face me. “You holding her while I licked her? That was hot asfuck.And honestly…” He smirks. “I’d love to repeat that. Only this time, you’re holding her in place with your dick, and I’m licking other things.”
A shudder rips through me, and to mask it, I kick my foot into the back of his knee, making it bend and bang against the cabinet doors below the sink. “Shut up, Delacroix.”
Luc laughs, shaking it off before taking a small step away and crossing his arms, his expression serious now. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be into that.”
Of course I would.
My dick is already halfway there just thinking about it, but I shake my head. “It’s not that easy. She’s your girlfriend and?—”
Luc cuts me off. “I’m pretty sure she’d like to beyourstoo.”
“You don’t know that.”
He cocks a brow. “Oh, IknowmyPetite.”
“Would you even want that?”
He can’t be okay with me wanting her, too, right?
“You kidding? I just told you, it’s my fucking dream.”
“Yeah, in bed but?—”
He grabs my wrist. “Non, in everything.”
We stare at each other for a loaded second, and there’s no way he doesn’t see that I want that too.
“Even if. This is not easy for me, okay? I’ve got a lot of shit in my head. Trauma. Baggage. I don’t want to unload that all on her, and it’s already unfair to you.”
“I’m sorry.” Luc’s eyes soften as he pulls me toward him,and I let him. “But Alaina would never hurt you. Youtrusther, and she trusts you. I mean, you letmehave you.”
“You’re different.” I look away, frowning toward where she disappeared. “And even with you, I need to be careful, really. I know it’s not fair. I’m not saying all women are the same. Iknowthey’re not, but Isla was the only woman I’ve ever been with, and she burned me.”
“Isla’s a bitch. Alaina isn’t, not even close.”
I swallow. “Even if Icouldlet go of that, Isla and I… we just kissed. I’ve never actually done more than that with a woman before. I wouldn’t even know what to do.”
“It’s probably not okay for me to tell you this, but Alaina’s inexperienced too. She’s not gonna judge you. You’ve gotme, both of you do.” Luc shrugs. “I can show you stuff.”
I scoff. “Luc, the sex teacher, huh?”
Before I can even fully smirk at the idea, he slides a hand into my hair and yanks me to him, kissing me. His mouth is hot against mine as his hand slides down my abs and cups my crotch with a teasing pressure that has me twitching in his grip. Luc kisses like he’s got something to prove, like every pass of his tongue and every tug of my hair is a challenge. But beneath all that bravado I’ve pushed against for years, I know he’s warm and open, and Ilikethe way he softens when I take over the kiss, moving my mouth against him with a slower, more languid pace.
He pulls away before trailing his lips down my jaw, and it somehow feels like stalling. Then he pauses, letting out a shaky breath before murmuring, “Only if you teachmestuff too. I’ve never gone further than this with a guy, I mean.”
“You haven’t?”
Jesus Christ, this man is like a sexy Rubik’s cube. Last year, I was convinced he was straight, then I thought he was gay, and now he’sbisexual but new to it?
