“No. Your body and your kisses impress me,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat.
He rests his hands on the counter beside me. “But?”
I feel the temperature rising and figure it has less to do with the fact we’re in a kitchen and everything to do with my face turning flame red at what I’m about to say out loud. “You know what you’re doing.”
His eyebrow rises. “I know what I’m doing?” he echoes, confused.
Avoiding his gaze, I quietly admit. “With women.”
For a long moment his expression is blank, then a slow smile stretches across his face.
“You’re thinking about rubbing it in Knox, Elias, and Wyatt’s faces, aren’t you?”
“Yup,” he admits without hesitation, beaming at me.
I let out a sigh. “Please don’t.” They’d think that they don’t satisfy me, and the opposite is true. I have never been so satisfied sexually and emotionallyever.
He presses a kiss on my temple. “Done.”
Now I’m the one lifting my eyebrow. “You’re going to drop it just like that?”
“Yup.”
“Oh.” I eye him for a beat, considering my next words. “I just meant you’re a surfer. You were practically a pro and around a lot of women. Beautiful women. And they’d, you know, want to sleep with you.”
His confusion clears. “Ah.”
“That’s not helpful, Hunter,” I say when he doesn’t explain what the “ah” means.
He grins. “You think I’ve slept with a bunch of women, and that you won’t live up to them.”
“Yeah…” I hesitate.
“Go on,” he softly encourages me.
I bite my lip and immediately stop at his groan. “I wanted to go to your room or knock on your door like I did with Elias, but I kept chickening out.” Over the last couple of days, I’ve felt him looking at me, and I know he must’ve been wondering why I don’t want to sleep with him when I’ve slept with Wyatt, Elias, and Knox.
“You were afraid you wouldn’t be enough for me?” he asks in a low voice.
I nod. “Not because I don’t want you. Because I do.”
“Maisie Lucas,” he says quietly, bridging the distance between us, “do you know how many times I have cum in my pants?”
I scrunch my face. “Ten?”
His eyes widen with mock horror, and he grips me by my hips, giving me a little shake. “Ten? Woman, do you take me for a teenage boy running around with no control of myself?”
I smile. “Um. Four?”
He’s barely holding back his laughter, and my lips turn up at his ridiculous attempt at looking shocked. “Stop that. Tell me.”
“Once. With you. Against this kitchen counter. No other woman has made me lose my mind like that before. Knox made me throw out my favorite chopping board even after I told him it barely touched meandI put it through the dishwasher three times.”
I wrinkle my nose. “What’s the chopping board got to do with it?”
He waves his hand in a gesture that says it doesn’t matter. “It’s not important.Youare more than enough for me. Sure, there were girls hanging around on the beach when I would be out surfing, but I was not sleeping with them, because like I said, I had nasty roommates messing up my sheets.”
“Ew.”
