And she definitely couldn’t say yes to that last one.
He would know then that she was a big stupid mega-virgin.
She couldn’t be a big stupid mega-virgin in front of him.
“Okay I’m looking. Are you happy now?”
He raised an eyebrow in a way she wasn’t sure how to process. It made her blush, at the very least—a blush that she was glad he couldn’t see. The darkness had its benefits, it seemed, and she was grateful for them.
“Very,” he said in a tone she couldn’t quite like.
It was too licentious. Or at least, it was too licentious in her head. In reality it was perfectly normal and not like that at all.
“This is so not cool of you.”
“Would it be cooler if I stood up?”
“Fuckno.” The curse word just kind of busted its way out of her, before she could get ahold of herself. She didn’t regret it, however. It was probably the only appropriate response to the threat of his naked body—that and really fierce warnings. “You’d better stay sat down, Holden.”
“Afraid of seeing my famous penis?”
She was, but saying that seemed a little off. It didn’t really convey what she was bothered about, which wasn’t exactly his fame. It had a hint of that—a bit ofoh God he’s a magnificent movie star—but there was something more there too. She felt it every time her eyes were drawn to some oddly unfamiliar part of him...like the heavy jut of his collarbone. Her own collarbone looked like a bird’s by comparison.
And hisarms, Christ hisarms. Who had arms like that? They weren’t just oddly unfamiliar. They were completely alien. They belonged to Zargoff the Destroyer from the planet Blatnick, yet had somehow found their way onto him and into her tub. Now they were here and all covered in gleaming, soapy water, light and shadows dancing on them in just the way she hadn’t imagined.
Darkness made the curve just below that thick, heavy muscle even more pronounced than it probably was, and the hint of sun turned his skin a color that kind of made her throat catch. It reminded her of freshly split oak, skirting close to gold but far too pale to really count.
Yeah, that sounded right.
It sounded insane, but it also sounded right.
“I’ve already seen your famous penis. Thanks though.”
“Sorry to tell you this, honey, but you haven’t.”
“I have. You flashed it in that romantic movie with Louisa Firenze.”
She didn’t think about what he’d flashed, however. She thought about Louisa, lovely and lissome. Those starlight eyes, that beautiful mouth. He’d kissed that mouth. He’d done all sorts of things to that mouth—things she couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard she tried. She was actually considering going outside to find a big brain-bludgeoning rock, when he saved her from herself.
“It was a body double.”
“Shutup,” she said, but the extra emphasis was more relief than anything else. Now she could focus on this crazy fact, instead of Louisa’s thighs wrapped around his head.
“It was, I swear.”
“You’re lying.”
“Hand to God.”
“Is it...is it because you have a micro one? I’m not judging.”
She was glad he laughed in response. Not because it meant he probably didn’t—she’d have been glad if he did. A tiny little micro penis would have made him at least twenty percent less super fantastic than he already was, and that seemed like a good deal to her. But if she couldn’t have it, then she’d settle for him not being offended at the very least. She could hardly believe she’d asked, and was grateful for his amusement. It made her seem much less weird.
As did his willingness to answer.
“No. God no. I’m perfectly normal down there,” he said, and that made it even easier to relax into this conversation. It was okay to question his penis. He didn’t mind. In fact he seemed to relish her raised eyebrow and her little extra push.
“You sure on that, chief?”
