Page 55 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
“What?” I slapped his arm. “You can’t even remember the name of the first girl you slept with? The girl whose virginity you stole?”
“I didn’t say she was a virgin, I said I was.” He snapped his fingers. “Samantha Shields!”
“And? How was it?” I tried to picture Lucas ten years ago—what was he like then? Would he have liked me in high school? Would we have been friends, or more than that?
He smiled. “Well, I thought it was great, but I’m not sure she felt the same way. I had no idea what I was doing, and it was very, very fast. I’m not even sure I got my pants all the way off.”
I giggled. “Poor girl.” But at the mention of taking his pants off, my blood ran a little hotter. “Well, you’ve learned a lot since then.”
He closed his eyes a moment. “God, I hope so. OK, now you. First time.”
“College. I had a serious boyfriend my freshman year.”
He pursed his lips. “Name, p
lease?”
“Aidan.”
“And?”
I shrugged. “It was, you know, sweet. He kept stopping to ask if it was OK. And it was OK. But it wasn’t until my second college boyfriend that I realized what was possible.”
Lucas leaned closer. “You mean he gave you your first orgasm?” he whispered dramatically.
I leaned in too. “Yes.”
He pouted. “Damn. Here I was hoping I was the first to chart that territory.”
“Well, there have definitely been a few firsts with you, like I said. But no, sorry.” I patted his leg. “Someone beat you to that. Although not with his, you know…” I glanced down at Lucas’s crotch, which warmed my insides even further.
“No?”
“No. But Matthew was good with his hands. And he liked to talk dirty to me. I thought that was hot.”
Lucas’s eyes widened a little and he tilted his head. “You don’t say.”
I grinned mischievously. “Now you know my secret.”
“It’s a good secret to know.”
The thought of Lucas talking dirty to me combined with the way his eyes were starting to look a little hungry had me crossing my legs and squeezing them together. I had on a skirt and my thighs felt sticky. “You know, I’m wishing this train wasn’t so crowded right now.”
“Me too, princess.” He put an arm around me and whispered in my ear. “But it’s just another half hour or so. When we get to Avignon, we’ll rent a car, and maybe we’ll take the long way to the villa. I’ll fuck you with my hands, my tongue, and my cock in the back seat. And it won’t be sweet.”
Oh, God. My core muscles pulsed with heat—if I shifted in my chair the right way, I was pretty sure I could come if Lucas kept talking like that. I closed my eyes and whimpered.
Lucas continued to speak low in my ear. “Told you there would be no slowing down. In fact, you just added a whole new level to this.”
A whole new level. Fuck.
I crossed my legs the other way.
“Are you wet, princess?”
“Yes,” I said softly.
“I’m so hard right now.”
