“Kylie.”
She starts for the door and I hurry to catch her, taking my jacket that she holds out. But I don’t step into the boots she toes in my direction. “What is it?”
A shake of her head. “Like I said, nothing.”
“Not nothing.” I step closer, crouch a little to see her eyes. “Tell me.”
She’s quiet for so long, I think she’s not going to, that she’ll close down and tell me to go—and I would.
Because I don’t think I could deny this woman anything.
“Please,” I murmur.
More quiet, but her gaze comes back to mine, lingers, her cheeks going pink.
“I…” Her mouth opens, closes, then her eyes go over my shoulder. “Well, I…” She nibbles at her bottom lip. “You know I’m not…all that…”
I nod encouragingly, wait patiently (or at least, patiently on the outside) as she finds the right words.
“I’m not all that experienced,” she whispers. “And I haven’t…” Her throat works. “Obviously, I haven’t done that for a long time. I…”
I wait, wishing I could draw her close, could taste her again, could?—
“Well, was that…okay?”
On a list of questions I was expecting her to ask, that wouldn’t even have been in the top thousand.
In fact, it takes me by so much surprise, I laugh.
Which isn’t the right move in this situation—not even in the top thousand.
She slides back a step, cheeks going pinker.
“Kylie,” I murmur, catching her fingers, keeping her in place. “Baby.”
“It’s okay,” she says, not looking at me. “I know I’m not any good at?—”
I press her hand to my pelvis, to where my dick is currently trying to poke its way out of my jeans. “If you were any better at it, baby, I’d be taking this somewhere you’re not ready to go.”
Her fingers flex, curving around the hard length of my erection, and I bite back my groan.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I peel her palm free. “Oh.”
Her smile…fuck, it’s adorable.
And tempting.
I want to taste it.
I want to do a fuck of a lot more than kiss her again.
So, I step back.
Shove my feet into my boots and do them up.
Tug on my jacket.
