“Clover,” he growls. “I need you to use your words…and be very fucking clear about what you want here.”
Ah, I thought I was pretty clear. Trepidation settles in, but I shake it off. I want this. I want him.
“You,” I whisper. The last truth I was hiding in my heart. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”
His eyes close, and he tilts his face to the ceiling. “Fuck, Clover. You wreck me.” When he looks down again, it’s with hungry eyes and a possessive streak that sends delicious shivers through my limbs.
He lowers my hands to his cock, then squeezes my hand over his erection with his own. “This is what you do to me, Honeybee, but I don’t have a lot of experience with gentle.”
He doesn’t… What does that mean?
“I don’t have a lot of experience in general, so I guess that makes us even?” A horrifyingly tragic giggle escapes me—it’s part donkey, part hyena. In essence? Not cute.
My hand pinches beneath his as he applies more pressure to his erection. Doesn’t that hurt? I’m having secondhand pain from his squeezing of the sausage. Saus-eege. It’s a giant sausage.
Jesus, Clover. Stop thinking about sausage.
Biting on my lip, I peer up at him through my lashes.Please don’t let me have said that out loud.
His jaw is clenched tight. Great. I totally said that out loud, and now I’m probably losing my chance here.
“What do you mean, you don’t have a lot of experience?” His voice is huskier than before, lower, with a hint of gravel that reminds me of a romance hero.
But his stare is intense, so I shrug and look down at where my hand covers his crotch. Who else has to explain their sexual ineptness while holding a giant penis? I seriously have the worst luck. “Ah, I had a boyfriend a few years ago. It wasn’t…great.”
“Clover.” My name is a command on his lips, and my body falls in line faster than a soldier. “Are you telling me you’ve only been with me and one bumbling asshole?”
“Ah, I mean…” My hand twitches, squeezing him involuntarily, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when he groans.
“Clover,” he barks.
“I had a booty call for a couple of years, but I ended that when Madi met Braxton because all the guy wanted to do was talk shit about him. There might have been a one-night stand or two?” I’m breathless and struggling to form coherent thoughts.
“Might have been?” He’s going to crack his teeth any moment now.
“Okay, maybe two or three of them,” I say with more sass than I’ve ever possessed. “Why is this all about me? What about you? You must have slept with hordes of women, gaggles of them even. Don’t even try to tell me you haven’t had girlfriends.”
My face twists painfully.Ugh, shut your pie hole, Clover.I really don’t want to hear about his past girlfriends.
“Wait,” I say, attempting to wiggle my hands free as a horrifying thought slams into my chest. “Do you? You don’t have a girlfriend now, do you?”
He rolls his eyes while settling himself more securely at my core. “I’ve never had a girlfriend, Clover.”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, and I know instantly that he doesn’t like it—for some reason, it makes me want to do it again.
“Sure, you haven’t. You’re just six foot five of sexy muscle and godlike looks that’s never had a girlfriend.”
“While I do love that you keep trying to make me bigger than my six-foot-three frame, I’ve never had a girlfriend,” he frowns. “That I remember. And I’m not a liar.”
I think my face is turning green. “Just…hookups, then?” That wasn’t even close to a casual tone.
We’re going to need an STI check.
“Not random ones, no.” He lowers his body so he’s flush against me. It places his lips mere inches from mine, and now there’s no escaping him.
“What does that mean…exactly?” Who the hell is in charge of my voice? I’d like to file a complaint—wanton and needy is not the look I’m going for.
“It means my hookups were scheduled, preplanned, and in a safe, controlled environment.”
