"I don't trust myself around you right now."
Her confession speaks volumes, and I'm asking for it when I reply, "Because we slept together?"
"Shh. Our parents are in the room down the hall."
The kitchen is shaped like a U, and we stand on opposite sides of the counters.
"Relax, they can't hear anything. And we didn't do anything…yet."
"Yet?"
The begging in her voice is palpable. She wants more and so do I. But there is no way in hell she will ever cave and make the first move.
I'm feeling lucky tonight, so I decide to see how she'll react to my dismissal.
"Don't let me keep you. Go on. The water should still be warm."
After a grueling ten seconds of watching her contemplate how to respond, she settles on, "Thank you."
"Hey, you still owe me a secret," I remind her right as she's about to take a step.
"Oh, that's right. Okay, here's a doozy."
I don't know what I expect her to say, but it's nowhere near the confession that comes from her lips.
"I faked my orgasms with Beckett."
Now I’m the one frozen in the road. She sees my reaction and begins to leave.
"Whoa, excuse me, come back here. You can't leave me hanging with that."
"Hey, you said it yourself. We didn't agree to confessandhave a discussion about it."
"I have to know the details. Why the hell couldn't he please you?"
"I'm difficult to please, apparently."
"Is that a challenge?"
"No!" she shouts and then cringes, looking around. She lowers her voice. "No, I mean, I've only been with two guys and neither of them knew what they were doing."
"Have you ever had a real orgasm?" I ask, knowing she has, but by her own hands.
"Of course."
"But have you ever had an orgasm from someone other than yourself? From a man? His hands? His mouth?"
She swallows as her eyes lock onto mine.
"No," she whispers, not with shame, but with intrigue.
I'm feeling cocky and stupid enough to accept this challenge. "I bet I could make you come in less than five minutes."
She releases a nervous laugh, but I can see her clenching her thighs together as if she's fighting the urge to let me try. "I really doubt that."
Her words finally put my brain in gear. I flip off the overhead light, leaving just the light on over the sink so the added darkness gives us more privacy.
Walking the three paces her way, I bend down to scoop her up. I lift her with ease, letting her ass hit the countertops so we are at the same eye level. Stepping between her legs, I spread them open with my thumbs. Fuck pretending there isn't a giant bubble of tension enveloping us. We know it's there. Ignoring it will only make it worse.
