“Pfft. I don’t scream.”
“Ever?”
“Not in that context, no.”
“Then you haven’t been properly fucked yet.”
“Excuse me?”
He cocks an eyebrow. “You heard me.”
I don’t know how to defend my sex life without admitting I’ve only ever slept with Sergei. He was my first, and when he left, I was pregnant, then I raised a child on my own, which took up most of my bandwidth until he returned.
Now, I’ve got a man a decade my junior in the bedroom waiting for me. Oh my God. I’m not prepared for this. Not at all.
“You look petrified. I’m not going to walk into the shower or anything. Please believe me when I tell you Declan wouldn’t share his marbles with me, while I would lose all mine on the playground. I’m familiar with the twin fantasy and all, but we don’t share. Gross. I wouldn’t put my dick where his dick wants to go.”
“Thank you for sharing that, Con.”
“Welcome. Any other sharables you’d like to fetch out of my wisdom well?”
“I’ve only ever been with one man.” I swallow. “There. I said it.”
Connor scratches his head. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything. What are you worried about?”
Well, now, I did open the proverbial faucet, but I’m not going to let all the water pour out of it. “Nothing. Just saying.”
Connor sits on the couch with a groan. “Whatever you are worried about, Declan will fix it. You have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. In fact, if you surrender, I promise you, that’s the best way to enjoy yourself.”
Obviously, Connor is oblivious to my worries. How could he not be? He’s not a thirty-seven-year-old mom with extra pounds and not-so-firm breasts who really likes a man with the body of Adonis and the mind of a stoic philosopher.
“But also, if you insist on staying in the kitchen, can you fix us another screwdriver?” Connor smirks. “Pun intended.”
I make him a drink and head into the shower.
Chapter 39
We broke the headboard
Dina
Before I enter my bedroom, I stare at the closed door as if a dragon will spit fire at me the moment I walk inside. I’m being dramatic, ridiculous even, but I can’t help the butterflies fluttering in my belly. They’re in my chest too, which I know is anxiety, but for once, I’m not anticipating that a man will hurt me.
It’s quite the opposite, and that’s why I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t think I’m used to anticipating pleasure, and I’m damn sure Declan Crossbow can please me quite well.
I almost want to knock, but that would be extra ridiculous. I twist the doorknob and enter on quiet feet to find Declan in the bathroom, his bottom half wrapped in a pink towel. I used to look at him in this position when we stayed at the Crossbow mansion.
“Come here, I need to re-dress your arm and leg,” he says.
I take stock of his body. There are bruises and cuts everywhere.
“Oh no, Declan. Do you want some pain meds?”
He shakes his head and wraps my leg and my arm in fresh bandages. While he does, I get to look at him. Really look at him.
Cropped hair, perfectly straight nose, kissable lips, wide shoulders, tattoos. Those hands that executed dozens today gently take care of me.
“I love you,” I tell him.
