“It doesn’t matter,” he says smoothly, leaning toward me. “Because now I’ve met you. A wild, untamed little filly, with so much more to give than any of those women can even dream of.”
"But you don’t even know me.”
“I know enough, Maisey.” He traces a finger down my cheek and attempts to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, but it springs out almost immediately. “Now, what is it you need to tell me?”
There are probably a million reasons I shouldn’t tell him my secret. But he won me over with his words and his totally believable explanation for the nickname his buddy gave me. Besides, I have to admit itdoessound pretty sexy when he says it. What the hell? “I’ve never had an orgasm,” I blurt out before I can change my mind.
His smile is slow and so incredibly sexy, I almost experience my first one right on the spot. “Is that right?”
I nod a little.
“Not even with that shitty ex of yours?”
A laugh slips from my lips. “Definitely not with him.”
“And not with yourself?”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, positive I’m blushing four different shades of pink, and shake my head no.
“Well, damn, Maisey.” He sits back on the couch and drops his head back to the ceiling again as if he’s contemplating his options.
After way too long, he sits up, takes my hands in his, and with a sly little smile says, “Well, I think my first marital act should be remedying that particular situation, don’t you think?”
Travis
She’s never had an orgasm?
Ever?
The idea that this gorgeous, sassy, spitfire of a goddess has been deprived of such a simple and perfect pleasure pisses me off.
Equally, it inspires me.
And as herhusband, I mean it when I tell her it should be my first marital act. Her eyes are wide like she can’t believe I said it.
Believe it, baby.
I reach for her hand and lace my fingers through hers. “Well?”
Her cheeks flush a pretty pink when she realizes I’m serious. But then she bites her lip and… nods.
It’s all I need.
I slide off the couch, dropping to my knees between her thighs.
Her sundress is rumpled and hitches up over her bare legs, drawing my gaze up even further. My hands trail up her calves to her knees and finally her bare thighs. She shivers under my slow, deliberate touch.
I push the hem of her dress up to expose her pink cotton panties. Cute. Not what I expected.
She’s already so wet for me, the scent of her desire filling my senses and propelling me forward. As if I could be stopped. This woman is intoxicating, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Travis…” My name is little more than a whimper on her tongue. Her fingers grip the cushions in anticipation.
“You want this?” I need to know. I need to be sure.
“Yes.” She nods without hesitation. “It’s just… I’ve never done this.”
Another travesty. Any man selfish enough not to take care of his woman doesn’t deserve to have her. Period.
