Chapter Nine

Turning, she drifted toward the stairs, her mind for once pleasantly blank. She licked her lips. She could still taste Solomon. There was no denying he definitely knew how to kiss.

Lucia stopped, resting her hand on the banister, as her brain began to race.

Yeah, did he ever know how to kiss. The pleasant blankness faded as more insidious thoughts occurred. An ugly ribbon of jealousy uncurled within her. How many lovers had Solomon had through the years? Obviously several, if he was to go by that kiss. Since no one seemed to be able to pin down Solomon’s age, it stood to reason he’d had many lovers throughout those years. Lucia suddenly tightened her fist on the railing. Her mind racing. How could she compete with that?

Thanks to her somewhat sheltered life, teenagers probably had more experience than her. Porn could only get her so far. She might not have had sex, but she somehow understood how it worked. But understanding and experiencing it were two different things. What if she c