Desperate to make the feelings disappear, she sat and watched the show with him, attempting to terrify the lust right out of her. Didn’t help, even a little. With every brush of his large hand against her hair as he rested his arm on the back of the couch and every word spilling from his distractingly full lips, he stoked the embers inside her. If she weren’t careful, he’d make her burst into flames where she sat.
And heaven help her, but she desperately wanted to know what it’d be like to burn for him.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about what you said.” He reached up, gently tugging on a loose piece of hair that had escaped her topknot.
“What I said when?”
He tipped his head behind them toward the kitchen. “The other day. Before the hottest kiss of my life.”
She snapped her eyes to his, trying to read him. Was he joking? Exaggerating? It’d been the hottest kiss of her life, too, but that wasn’t saying much. Her previous partners had been fumbling at best and abysmal at worst. Kissing Nash wasn’t even in the same realm. It was like comparing a single sparkler to an entire sky lit up with fireworks.
But as much as her mind wanted to focus on that detail he’d let slip, she was too mortified over what he was referencing. When she’d spilled that horrifying truth about her life—something she hadn’t even shared with her former best friend.
So she did what she did best—avoid and redirect. “You mean about the best way to get wallpaper off? It really is a wonder how quickly—”
“No, princess.” He leaned closer to her, his big, solid body eating up the space between them in a blink. “It was when your pretty little lips uttered the word cock.”
The word fromhislips sent her stomach flip-flopping, a jolt of heat zinging straight between her thighs.
“I, um…” Words failed her. For the first time in her life, she had no idea what to say to get out of this, no idea how she could possibly spin this in her favor. “Let’s just forget I ever said that.”
Nash breathed out a laugh, the air sweeping over her lips. “Oh, babe, if you knew how much I’d thought of you saying that single word over the past two weeks, all the while remembering how good you felt pressed up against me, you’d know what a lost cause that suggestion is.”
She froze, her curiosity sidestepping her mortification for center stage. “You’ve…thought about it?”
His gaze dropped to her lips like he was recalling what they felt like against his. How she’d opened for him without hesitation. How she’d whimpered like a hussy the second his tongue had touched hers. “Every damn day.”
“Why?” she breathed.
“Because it was hot as hell. I wasn’t lying when I said that before.” He shook his head. “Besides, the thought of you left wanting…of you not being satisfied damn near kills me.”
Satisfied? She nearly snorted at that. The only time she’d been satisfied in her entire life had been thanks to her own fingers, though she’d been damn close all thanks to Nash’s talented mouth. She’d gone from fumbling boys in high school to a fumbling man in college, and not one of them had ever given her needs even the basest consideration.
“Did you mean it?” he asked, his voice thick and rough.
“What?”
With his tongue, he swiped a slow, seductive line across his bottom lip. “You know what you said, Rory.”
She did. She remembered it in great detail, because, like him, she’d replayed it over and over in her mind, constantly reliving her mortification.
I wouldn’t know anything at all about a good cock.
She lifted a shoulder. “I’m not sure what you want me to tell you.”
“The truth,” he said with complete sincerity. “I always want you to tell me the truth.”
The truth? Um, no. She’d have to take a pass on that. The truth would only paint her in a negative light—poor little Rory, too much of a prude to ask for what she needed.
She wanted to tell him that he had it all wrong. It hadn’t been like that at all. She’d had years of fabulous sex complete with more orgasms than she knew what to do with. She knew a good cock as well as the next girl.
Instead, what came out was, “He couldn’t make me come.”
Oh my word, how much vodka had been in those damn drinks? Except…she wasn’t drunk. Wasn’t even tipsy anymore and hadn’t been for more than an hour. Which meant shewantedhim to know that shameful tidbit.
Nash stilled, his eyes sparking with disbelief. “He what?”
Rory waved her hand. “Well, I suppose it’s possible hecouldhave…” She shrugged. “He just never tried.”
