She ran a finger down the arm draped over her waist, her touch burning a tiny path across my skin. “So,” she said, dropping her gaze, “does that mean it was good for you?”
I blinked at her for a second because I was certain this was a joke. She was joking. I’d laughed at her for manifesting kinks I’d never thought I’d have and now she was teasing me. This was what we did. We sniped and snarled at each other. Yet I needed her to know the truth. I couldn’t leave any doubt between us. Not afterthat. “You’ve ruined me. Rewritten my rule book on sex. Altered my DNA. Something. I don’t know, but you’re not getting rid of me.”
“You’re not one of those guys with a one-night policy?”
I shook my head, saying, “No, I’m not, but even if I was, you shredded the policy tonight.”
“Does that mean,” she started, running that finger down the center of my chest, “we can try other things?”
“We can try anything you want.” I was more than half way hard and, until right now, neither of us had been concerned with doing anything about it. “You’re not too sore?”
She wiggled against me, her brows knitting in concentration, and a groan rolled out of me. “I don’t think so.”
I slipped a hand between us, between her thighs. Stroked her until the wiggling settled into a steady rock against my palm. “You’re sure?”
“It’s annoying that you’re so good at this,” she said, her fingers flexing on my chest.
I shifted my hand to her hip. She whined and rubbed her legs together as if that would give her what she needed. “Answer the question, Sunny.”
“Do you think it would feel different if I—” She flipped onto her belly and blinked at me over her shoulder, her lip trapped between her teeth as if she didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “Like this?”
Because I was fully incapable of doing anything but exactly what she wanted, I climbed between her legs and skimmed a hand over her bare backside. “Yes.”
“Will you show me how?”
I grabbed her hips, dragged her to my lap. Rocked my shaft against her. I was helpless here. Just fucking helpless. “Yes.”
“Is this something you like? Will it be good for you too?”
If only she knew the half of it. If only she could crawl inside my mind and see how little I needed for it to be good. “Yes.Sunny, of course.”
“Can we try it? Now?”
She shimmied against me and I didn’t even have to think before reaching for a condom. “If you’re sore, we’re going to stop.” My hands shook as I tore open the package. I fumbledtwicebefore rolling it down properly. Thank god she was too busy being devious to notice. “Understood?” She went right on shaking that ass at me and I had to clamp both hands on her hips to hold her still. “Sunny. Sweetheart. Do you want me to come all over you right now? Before I even get inside you? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t stop.”
She swung a glance over her shoulder, all wide eyes and round, rosy cheeks, and though it took a second to form, that evil grin of hers swallowed me whole. “Maybe I want to see how that works too.”
I ran a hand down my face, truly wondering whether I was capable of handling this woman. “Let’s save that for another day,” I said, sliding between her folds. “I swear, there will be plenty of time for you to learn every filthy thing you can imagine.”
I pressed inside her and the moan we shared seemed to bounce off the walls, echoing and vibrating back into us. She felt incredible at this angle, even more incredible than the first time. Hot, hot muscles clamping down like a fist. Tiny, humming flutters that made it impossible to thinkandkeep my eyes open. Warm, luscious skin rocking against mine. That ever-present scent of gardens mingling with sex and sweat.
I knew without question that I could stay here forever.
“Just so you know,” she said, her words stuttering with each thrust, “I already know lots of filthy things.”
“If this is where you reveal that you’ve been screwing with me this whole time and you were not a quasi-virgin until I fucked you the right way, then this is where I tell you that I have no problem denying orgasms.”
I would deny her nothing. Ever. Not even for a second.
“If you reference virginity again, I’ll denyyouan orgasm.”
I squeezed her hips, angling her to take me deeper. I hit some perfect, precious spot and we couldn’t bicker anymore. Not when our souls were busy sliding out of our bodies and surrendering themselves to whichever deity invented this position.
“I read a lot of romance,” she said, both hands fisted in the pillows. “I know things. Filthy things.”
Since I was clinging to the last, fraying threads of control over here, I couldn’t believe myself when I asked, “What kind of filthy things?”
Her back arched as she moaned into the mattress. “All of it.” She made a loose gesture to the books stacked beside the bed. “I’ve done some research.”
