She meets my gaze and reaches up to wipe below my lip with her thumb. “How many women have you brought here?”
I frown, confused by her question. “None.”
“So, you go to their places?”
“No.”
Her brows fuse together. “You don’t have to lie, Shadow. I’m young, but I’m not st?—”
I kiss her before she can finish her statement. “I never brought a woman here, and I don’t go to their places,” I explain.
“So, you’re into agoraphilia?” The crease between her brows deepens.
I laugh. “What? Agoraphilia?”
“Yeah, you like to have sex?—”
I kiss her lips. “I know what it means, and the answer is no. Where is this coming from?”
She starts to play with the collar of my shirt. “I’m not experienced like the women you're probably used to.”
I kiss her forehead and pull her up with me in a sitting position. “There are no other women, Jessica. Last night, you gave me my first kiss.”
She pushes at my chest. “Shut up.”
I grab her wrists and drag her on top of me, so she straddles my hips. Sliding my hand up the nape of her neck into her hair, I pull her closer. “You are the only girl I have ever kissed.” I kiss her jaw. “There’s never been anyone but you.”
“Not even sex?”
I chuckle. “The closest I have ever come to sex was watching porn with my brothers.” She giggles and shakes her head. “My brothers thought it would be funny to see if they could get a rise out of me, literally. I remember just sitting there, watching horrible scene reenactments and a couple having intercourse. I think I might have fallen asleep.”
She throws her head back as she laughs—music to my ears. My hands slide over both sides of her face, and I taste her sweet smile. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her.
“That must have been horrible,” she says, still giggling after breaking our kiss.
I shrug.
“Seriously, I have to hear the twins’ thoughts after they go out with theirfriends, and sometimes I even see replays of what they did in my head. It’s horrible.”
I laugh.
“It is! It takes days to get that shit out of my head.” She shudders. “Gross.”
I wrap my arms around her, tilting my chin up to look at her.
“I never really understood,” I confess. “Until now, but it’s still different for me. I don’t want to have sex just to have it. I care about you.”
She peers down, searching my face.
“There were so many moments when I wanted to hold your hand, move the hair from your face, touch you. I never wanted to do that before, with anyone.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Just you.”
“I don’t understand,” she says, playing with the buttons on my shirt.
“What’s there to understand? I’m infatuated with you.”
She scoffs. “Look at you! You could be a model on the cover of one of those magazines my mother reads. Successful lawyer and most eligible bachelor…” She paws the air above our heads to accentuate her point.
I bring her hand to my lips. “You will never see me on the cover of any magazine. I hate being the center of attention, and I don’t like people in my business.”
