“Oh. Well. Don’t you need lube for when you …”
“Oh, Ihaveit,” he said. “Don’t worry. And sometimes I even bring it out with me, because I am a gentleman.”
“I won’t need it,” she said, her cheeks getting pink.
“No. You won’t. But some women do. And that’s fine too.”
He probably shouldn’t have said anything about other women, but she’d brought it up.
“Doyou have sex toys?” she asked.
“I might, Jessie. Play your cards right, and maybe I’ll show everything to you.”
“Where are the condoms?”
She was insatiable.
“My bathroom,” he said. “Because I grab them when I get ready to go out.”
He went into the bathroom, opened up the medicine cabinet, and took the box of condoms out. When he returned to the bedroom, Jessie was perched on the edge of the bed with her hands on her knees, staring at him. He held the box up and shook it. “See?”
“I’m intrigued.”
“By what?”
“You really don’t bring women back here.”
“I said that I didn’t.”
“I know. But I mean, you really don’t. Here’s the evidence and all of that. It’s fascinating.”
“Why is that?”
“I suppose for the same reason you were so interested in my virginity.”
All right. He couldn’t argue with that. “Well. This has been different from moment one. I know you. I … I like you. And it doesn’t feel weird to have you here.”
“Wow,” she said, suppressing a grin. “It doesn’t feel weird to have me here.”
“Well. It just … It never felt right. The idea of bringing someone back here. My place. Where …”
“You can be yourself.”
She said it so simply. So directly, a straight dagger through his heart. Because he was so many different people in so many different places. But not here. On this lonesome ridge that his grandfather had given him. The only person who maybe knew him and understood him exactly the way he was.
“Good point.”
“Well. It’s only fair that you let me up here. Because you’re the one person who’s been in my house. Who knows me.” She stood up and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I really like you, Flynn.”
Her words warmed his heart. Which was a sentence he had never thought of in his life.
Nothing and no one had ever warmed him before. This felt like Thanksgiving and Christmas, if he were someone else. Someone with a family who wasn’t quite as dysfunctional as his.
Her kiss turned savage, and he loved it. Wanted to revel in it. In everything Jessie Jane.
She moved her fingers through his hair, ran her hands down his face, and he felt a growl rise in his throat.
She was perfect.
