He never let his tongue press deep, keeping his touch light, which was almost painfully unbearable. I wanted him to do everything he wasn’t supposed to and then some.

My skin tingled, and my flesh became a grid of goose bumps as he alternated between teasing me with his breath, tongue, and his thumb over the bundle of nerves hidden beneath the thin, wet fabric.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I neared the verge of an orgasm. “I’m going to come.”

He swapped his tongue for his palm and let me ride it out against the heel of his hand, creating extra friction. My face was probably scrunched up, and I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was scream and cry out a string of yeses, but I did my best to clamp down on my back teeth and quietly let myself go.

I collapsed back on the bed, crashing hard. “Oh. My. God.”

He stood off to the side and bent forward to kiss me. While he hadn’t touched my skin with his mouth, he still tasted of sex. Maybe we’d loopholed our way around my vow a little, but it was worth every incredible moment.

“You’re going to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” A wolfish grin crossed his lips. “Better under my dad’s roof than your father’s, I suppose.” He shoved his hand down the front of his jeans, closing one eye as he fixed what had to be an incredibly painful problem there.

“I promise I’ll behave from now on.” I sat upright, pulling my jeans back up while letting my shirt fall into place. “I don’t want you feeling guilty, which is probably the only thing that will keep me honest.” I pointed to his crotch. “How are you going out there like that? Want me to⁠—”

“Stroke my cock?” he finished for me, using different words than I would have. “Absolutely not.” He reached into his pocket for his phone.

“You don’t even want to get yourself off?” Standing now, I zipped and buttoned my jeans, then ran my fingers through my hair, working to tame the mess it had to be.

He looked up from his phone at me. “If it’s not with you, I don’t want it.”

That’s sweet.

“Let me return the favor, then.” I reached for his crotch, and his dick jumped, but he secured a firm but gentle grip around my wrist and removed my hand.

He closed his eyes, and the strong Italian man before me, well . . . was he blushing? Was his tan skin turning a shade reddish?

“I sort of already came.”

What? I looked down between us at the dark wash denim. I couldn't tell if there was any type of stain there.