Untouched Until Her Ultra-Rich Husband

But he refused to believe what she was suggesting.

“Back up a step.”

She took him literally, drawing back so his hands fell to his sides. Her shirt stayed loose, her nipples sharp points against her unbecoming top.

He opened his mouth, closed it. Sought out a couple of brain cells and tried to kick them together, force them to spark cohesive words.

“I’m the first person to ever kiss you? That’s what you want me to believe?”

“The first man.” She folded her arms defensively. “There was a boy when I was thirteen. It was...” Her nose wrinkled. “Like pushing my mouth into a pile of mashed potatoes. But there were mostly women in Mae’s house so he was my only one.”

Gabriel folded. If they were playing poker, she won that hand with a wild-card joker that could be a bluff, but at this point, he could only swear and wave at the clothing on the floor.

“Change. Then go to the lounge. I need a minute to collect myself.” Maybe a cold shower. He locked himself in the bathroom the way werewolves chained themselves to a tree on a full moon, so they wouldn’t have terrible deeds on their consciences the next day.

He ran his hand down his face as if he could physically bank the heat that had risen in him as he’d contemplated starting their flight in the reclined position.

That had been even better than their first kiss. He hadn’t seen any reason to stop except to ensure their privacy, the fines for sitting on the tarmac worth every minute. Hell, they were married. If they both wanted it, what was to stop them?

But she was a virgin.

How?

And how hadn’t he realized it? He wasn’t a womanizer, but he’d slept with enough women he should be able to recognize a lack of experience in a kiss.

He’d been too carried away by her responsiveness both times to register how untutored she was, though. He liked to lead and she had let him. He’d thought it was a sign they were compatible. If he’d noticed any surprise in her, he’d put it down to his same delight at the way their chemistry ignited so quickly, feeding into each other’s arousal in a way that was exponential.

Potentially mind-blowing.

And how was her virginity such a turn-on? He was a normal man with normal fetishes like pretty underwear and high heels. Virginity had never reached the top twenty in his fantasy playlist, but the idea of being Luli’s first drew him taut as a piano string.

He skimmed his hand over his hair, tamping down the prickle in his scalp.

The more evidence he collected, the more he was coming to see Luli as every bizarre thing she claimed to be. But the only way to prove she was a virgin was to sleep with her.

And if she was a virgin, he shouldn’t touch her.

That paradox wasn’t going to torture him at all.

* * *

Luli fought her way out of the clothes she wore, half terrified Gabriel would walk out and see her naked. And reject her again.

Part of her knew he had saved her from being careless and impulsive, but she still felt rebuffed. Like she’d done something wrong. Not morally, although maybe he was judging her. She didn’t know. But more than that, she feared she had repelled him in some way, out of ignorance.

The drawstring pants hung low on her hips even after she tied them, but they only needed to be turned up twice at the cuff because she was only a little shorter than Gabriel. The shirt seams dropped off her shoulders and the sleeves also needed turning up, but the light knit was soft and comfortable and smelled of him which was disturbing and nice at the same time.

She went to the lounge, sat in one of the armchairs and buckled, then studied the panel in the armrest. Along with several reclining adjustments, there were a dozen massaging options and both heating and cooling settings. She could also control the television, the music, the lights and call the attendant. There were screens of safety instructions and a message from the pilot welcoming them aboard. It showed a countdown to takeoff.

Apparently, they would begin taxiing in seventy-eight seconds.

Gabriel appeared, hair damp as though he’d showered. He removed the shopping bag with twine handles from the other armchair, setting it at her feet before he sat.

“Something for you to play with while we travel.”

“Is this your chair? That’s why the panel has so many options. I’m sorry.” She reached to unbuckle.