“Yes.”
“Spencer, not two hours ago, my cock was up your ass. I don’t know how more intimate two people can be.”
His eyes widened. Whether at some realization or just because of my crudeness, I couldn’t be certain.
“I’m not good at this, Malik. In retrospect, things in my last relationship were…sterile.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Gross.”
Another laugh. “I’ve been in other relationships over the years. I’m not a forty-year-old virgin.”
“May I say I’m relieved at that? If you had been, I would’ve done things very differently.”
“You been with many virgins?” His tone took on a teasing quality.
“Uh…” I gaze up at the ceiling as if in contemplation. In truth, I knew the answer. “Nope. Not my jam. I want a guy who’s as experienced as I am. I don’t want to be worrying about—” I winced. “That sounds wrong. I mean, I always care about my partner’s pleasure. I want him to come first. Well, whenever possible.”
“I think I get the picture.”
“With you—” I scratched my eyebrow.
“You didn’t have to go easy on me.”
“Right. I mean, I totally would have. But you made it clear you were okay with—” I winced.
He chuckled. “Drilling me into the couch. Totally appreciated. Which reminds me that I have to launder that blanket and take it back in the morning.” He’d tucked it into a garbage bag and brought it home.
“It’ll be a challenge to cycle to work tomorrow with that.”
“I can cram it into a large duffel bag and haul it over my shoulder.” He peered to his sliding glass door that exited to a small balcony. “Or I might just drive. I’ll see what the forecast for tomorrow is.”
“If you decide to cycle, I can drop you and your bike off.”
He frowned.
I waited.
His mouth opened. Then shut. Then opened again. “Did you just invite yourself to spend the evening?”
“Do you have lube and condoms?” I nuzzled behind his ear. “Are you up to more?” He hadn’t taken any more pills.Should I worry? Should I bring it up? Does he take care of himself or does he need a keeper?
Are you offering yourself?
That question—from the inner recesses of my mind—caught me off guard. Yeah, I’d called him sweetheart. I’d driven him home. I was worried about him.
But those things didn’t constitute being in a relationship.
Did they?
I didn’t have a good answer for that.
“Dinner first. If you’re still here after I’ve fed you, then I’m open to offers.” He rubbed his cheek against mine.
I pulled back, eyeing him. “Should I be worried?”
“I’m a vegetarian. So unless you’re planning to order in—”
“I can buy dinner.”
