There can’t be any harm in cuddling up for as much body heat as possible. Besides, it doesn’t seem like he wants to stop either. I may not have any actual experience with men, but I can feel the hard, thick rod of his erection pressed into my backside.
I can’t stop myself from wiggling back into it.
“Chloe.”
He says my name like a warning, deep and low. It sends a shiver of desire through me.
“Tell me all about your writing.”
“I write articles forWeekend Warrior.”
“I don’t think that’s what we’re talking about right now.”
It’s not. But the thing is, I don’t talk about my romance novels with anyone. Still, I’ve never been practically naked with a man who just saved my life. I could have died out there. I thought Iwasgoing to die. He saved me. This incredibly sexy mountain man saved me from dying as a virgin.
I might as well tell him the truth.
“I write sexy romance novels.”
He pauses his movements, but only for the briefest moment as he absorbs what I just said. “How sexy?”
“Smutty sexy.”
Ryder doesn’t respond right away, and I worry I’ve gone too far. So many people have preconceived notions about smutty novels. It’s one of the reasons I don’t talk about it.
“Have you published any?”
I shake my head as his hand spreads over my stomach.
“Why not?”
“They’re not any good. They can’t possibly be.”
“Why would you say that?”
Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t see him that’s making it easier to say these things I’ve never said out loud before. Or maybe it’s that some part of my brain froze and died. But now that I’ve started talking, I can’t seem to stop.
“Because I write smutty books with lots of sex scenes in them and…well, I’m a virgin.”
Ryder
A virgin?
She’s a virgin?
Holy. Shit.
The new information only makes me move closer to her. It’s as if I have an instinctual need to protect her, which is ridiculous. But maybe it’s not. After all, my instincts did tell me to go check on her, and if I hadn’t gone looking for her when I did, well…I don’t want to think about it.
“Ryder?”
I’m so busy processing this new information that I don’t realize I never responded.
“Is that…I mean…you don’t have to keep rubbing me if you don’t want to.”
Oh. Fuck. No.
“Do you want me to stop?”
