Nash’s entire world teetered on the edge of annihilation. He had no idea what the hell he should do with the morsel of information she’d just dropped in his lap. Moreover, he had no idea what kind of man didn’t make sure his woman was satisfied. No idea what kind of man wouldn’t trip over himself just for the opportunity to leave Rory sated and blissed out.
A goddamn idiot, apparently.
And he’d be damned if he allowed himself to be that idiot tonight.
With his throat tight and jeans tighter, he took a deep breath, praying his voice didn’t come out as strangled as he felt. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“I—” She closed her eyes and brought her hands up to cover her face. “I cannot believe I’m discussin’ this with you.”
But he knew Rory didn’t do anything she didn’t want to, sure as he knew his own name. She’d offered him the information—twice—without coercion. So instead of filling the silence and pulling the details from her, he waited.
After long moments, she peeked at him through two fingers, then huffed and dropped her hands to her lap. “I didn’t say I’ve never had an orgasm, all right? Just thathenever gave me one.”
Nash’s nostrils flared at that, imagining Rory spread out on her bed, her fingers hard at work between her legs. Playing and teasing and taunting herself until she arched off the mattress, tits pointed to the ceiling as she called out her release.
Fuck, if any more blood rushed to his dick, he wasn’t sure he’d have enough brainpower to even speak.
“So, when you said you wouldn’t know anything about a good cock…”
She lifted a single shoulder as if this were no big deal, but her movements belied her nerves. She ran her hands back and forth over the throw pillow in her lap, her eyes trained anywhere but on him. “I don’t. But it wasn’t all his fault. I…take a long time. To, um, get there.” She darted her eyes over to him and away again. “It can be a lot of work.Ican be a lot of work.”
A lot of work? Only an asshole would feed her that bullshit line. An asshole who no doubt couldn’t find a clit with coordinates and a GPS guiding the way. And if Nash were a betting man, he’d place his life savings on Rory’s son-of-a-bitch ex having planted that seed in her head.
What the hell was the right thing to do here? His brain screamed at him to let this go. To walk the fuck away, because nothing good would come from following the will of his dick, not when his future plans and goals were on the line. Not when King Construction was on the line.
But another part of him—a part that was so much bigger than the sexual hunger he felt for her—was desperate to wipe away that look on her face. Show her the lies her ex had fed her for years simply weren’t true.
She might take a long time, but he didn’t care if she took all goddamn night. He’d gladly spend hours playing with her breasts or lapping at her pussy. Doing whatever she needed for as long as she needed it. A real man did whatever necessary to make sure his woman felt just as much pleasure as he did—morethan. And he enjoyed himself every second he was giving it to her.
So much for listening to his brain, because it seemed his mind was made up. And, short of Rory telling him to get the fuck out, there wasn’t anything that was going to stop him.
“Is that a challenge?”
Color burst on her cheeks, the flush going down her neck and no doubt spreading over her chest. “What? No, of course not. It’s just a fact.”
“You know a fact has to be proven with sufficient evidence. Have a lot of that, do you?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m gonna ignore you not so subtly tryin’ to ask me how many men I’ve slept with. The answer is none of your business.”
“Will you answer my other question, then?”
“Depends on if you show your ass again.”
He smiled, unable to keep it from spreading across his mouth. “How many people do you cuss in front of, princess?”
“I don’t cu—” She clamped her mouth shut, pressing her lips together as realization seemed to dawn on her.
“Pretty sure I’m the only one. Know what that tells me? You’re comfortable around me.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Know what it means when you’re comfortable?”
“I won’t have a problem kickin’ your rude butt straight outta my house?”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that. But I was thinkin’ something a little more…explosive.” He leaned closer until their noses nearly touched. “When you’re comfortable, coming’s as easy as pie.”
“Why do you insist on bein’ crude?” she asked, but her eyes were locked on his lips.
