“Okay...you were saying you were with guys after me and before this, and that you had fun with them because you didn’t just do it, but because you were sure you could enjoy sex with them. I do want to point out that despite what I said earlier, it’s still odd to be having this conversation while you’re pinning me against a wall, having kissed me.”
He grinned, and the sight made my groin pulse. “I was saying that, wasn’t I? Told you I was bad at this.”
“Right, but you were supposed to be rambling your way to a point. Hopefully a good one.”
“Right, the thing is, yeah, I had fun with them, and it was nice because I was able to have fun, so that meant I was right all along and all the freaking out and worrying I did when I’d been fucking around with you was stupid and pointless.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But...” he continued, and his hand slid down to my ass, where his fingers squeezed. “Just kissing you, just...touching you like this, still turns me on more than any of those guys ever did.”
“Mmmm, you do realize what question that begs, right?”
“All the women?”
I blinked. “All the women? Just how many are we talking here?”
“Do you care?”
“Not particularly. You did, however, make it seem like a rather large number, so it’s only natural to be curious about what you could be working with.”
He smirked. “You know what I’m working with.”
“That is the most teenage boy response in existence,” I told him with a roll of my eyes.
“And yet you immediately thought of my dick, didn’t you?”
“I refuse to admit to anything.”
“Typical criminal, pleading the fifth rather than own up to what he’s doing.”
“Really?” I asked with a laugh. “You are bad at this.”
“And the other thing I was trying to say is...I might have been wondering the same thing you were for a bit since I showed up.”
“Mind reading now? You have so many new talents since we last saw one another.”
“Oh, I do, believe me,” he promised, and if he intended to turn me on by being vaguely cocky in his sexual skills...it was working. “But I bet you were wondering if I was getting turned on, and if I was flirting with you at some point.”
“The question might have entered my head at…wait, are you saying you were wondering the same thing?”
“Mhmm,” he rumbled, and I felt myself stiffen at the deep sound that held more promise than it should have. “I guess I haven’t changed much from that awkward teenager who wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to sleep with you.”
“You still slept with me,” I told him with a snort.
“Took your V card,” he said with a smirk.
“God, I haven’t heard it called that in years,” I said, and then froze when he grabbed my ass again. “What are you up to?”
“Groping you.”
“Why?”
“Because it turns me on. It turns me on more than... Can I tell you something else?”
“I’d prefer you wait to tell me whatever it is, if it can wait,” I said as I began to squirm. “Because right now, I’ve got you pushing up against me and I’m about an inch away from getting a real-time reminder of the dick you were so arrogantly trying to remind me of.”
“Oh,” he said, and before I could register what he was doing, he took hold of my hand and brought it down to his groin, curling my fingers around it. “Is that reminder arrogant enough for you?”
