“What kind of answer is that?” I demand.
He chuckles softly. “I’m just trying to get a feel for what kind of …experiencewould best aid you.”
I nod slowly, suddenly feeling that familiar overwhelm again. “I guess … I don’t know.”
Graham nods, then, taking in my expression, adds, “That’s okay.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“Do you have any questions?” he asks.
I purse my lips. I do have questions. Like, so many. But I assume most of these would be answered by simplyhaving sex. Although maybe not. The only problem is I don’t know what I don’t know. I’ve always been a meticulous person. Researching before diving in. Looking over all the pros and cons. Starting slow and seeing how it goes. But this, for some reason, seems to defy typical procedure.
“If you don’t—” Graham starts, just as I blurt out, “Why do girls like big dicks?”
Graham halts mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open a bit. “Uh …”
I wait, biting my lip. I don’t know what constitutes a big or small dick, and I doubt a sample size of one is going to help with that, so I figure the question is valid.
Graham sputters for a moment, cocking his head. “Uh, I—I mean, I think it’s because it feels better.”
“Feels better when it’s bigger?” I clarify.
He nods, clearing his throat.
“Is yours? Big, I mean.”
Graham nearly spits out a sip of wine, leaning forward to place his glass on my coffee table. He snorts out a laugh. “That’s not typically something you ask a man, Dee.”
I frown. “But, I mean, I’m about to …seeit,” I say quietly.
“Well, then you’ll see.” He’s not looking at me, instead intensely focused on the wood grain of my coffee table.
“But that’s the thing—I don’t have anything to compare it to. How am I supposed to know?” Something in the back of my mind is screaming at me to halt this topic of conversation and just shut up, but the curious part of me truly wants to know.
Graham turns to me then, his gaze meeting mine. And—holy shit, is that a hint of ablushcreeping over his cheeks? Since when does Graham Whitaker blush?
“It’s …” he wags his head, eyes rolling, “decent.” I open my mouth to question him, but Graham seems to read my mind and beat me to it, sliding the foot between us to place a hand over mine that has been waving around in the air as I speak. “It’s big,” he says so quietly that if he wasn’t inches away from me I wouldn’t hear it.
I’m suddenly very aware of how close he is, the heat of his skin over mine, the way our breaths intermingle. I swallow. “Won’t that be a bit of a problem? For my first time?” I manage to whisper. While I haven’t been especially concerned about the potential pain of it all, a big dick doesn’t seem like it’ll help.
Graham’s gaze dips to my lips and back up. “Not if you’re ready for it.” He swallows. “Which I’ll make sure you are.”
Heat spikes in my lower belly, dipping down, down, down until it settles in between my thighs. “How?” I breathe, although this is a question I know the answer to.
Graham’s eyes close momentarily, his brows drawing together as if physically pained. Then he opens them. “Fuck, you’re going to be trouble,” he says and then presses his lips to mine.
Chapter nine
Delilah
The kiss is soft, restrained, his fingers threading through mine and squeezing like he’d rather rip my clothes off and ravage me this second but is instead taking his time. And somehow, knowing that has that ball of heat in my belly coiling tighter and tighter.
I’ve kissed guys before. Not many, but I’ve done it.
But none of them felt like this. Like aman. With muscles, and strength, and stupidly blue eyes, and hair I can run my fingers through. I tug gently, almost unintentionally, and Graham moans—moans—into my mouth.
Suddenly his hands are around my waist and he’s hoisting me up, positioning me so that I’m straddling his lap. I squeak in surprise only to have my lips captured by his again. And while I’m on top of him, he’s the one totally in control. His hands gently squeeze my waist, run up my back then down again, skimming my thighs until he finds bare skin and squeezes softly.I whimper quietly, and Graham breaks our kiss to press his lips against my jaw, then slowly down my neck.
