“Oh my god, not this again,” he groans. “You’re in pain, Mills. Please just accept my help.”
Relief and trepidation war for dominance inside me. “Okay.”
“Permission to cross the pillow border?”
“Permission granted.”
Chuckling, I help him toss them to the ground, then settle onto my right side with my back to him.
When his large hand wraps around my bare waist, a shiver shoots up my spine, and I startle.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” I swallow hard, digging my nails into the mattress.
Beneath the sheets, Ezra kneads my lower back above the elastic of my underwear. I force myself to relax, and I absolutely do not think about how close his fingers are to my ass. Absolutely not.
I’m lost in his touch, the relief he’s already bringing me, when his ministrations come to an abrupt stop.
I peer over my shoulder, finding him scrolling on his phone. Rude. “What are you doing?”
“It says here orgasms help with period pain.”
“Great. Next time you get your period, you can jerk off.”
“Don’t be a brat.” He pinches my side. “I’m trying to help.”
“If you want to help so badly, why don’t you—” Shit. I donotneed to finish that sentence.
Neither of us speaks, the only sound a faint humming from the overhead fan.
Then, “I could, you know.”
My breath catches. “Could what?”
“Help with the, um, orgasm.”
I roll to my other side, dragging the sheet with me. “How the hell do you expect to do that? I’ve got the fucking Red Sea gushing out of my vagina.”
“Wow, you sure know how to turn a guy on.”
“I’m not trying to turn anyone on. I’m trying to bleed in peace,” I wail.
Why is being a woman so fucking painful sometimes?
“I’m not trying to be an ass. I promise.” He watches me, his expression filled with nothing but kindness.
“I’m sorry. I appreciate you. Really, I do. And yes, I have heard that orgasms help with period pain, but I wasn’t kidding about the Red Sea. Even Moses would be intimidated.”
He’s quiet for a beat, his breathing suddenly louder than the ceiling fan, its pace quickening. “I bet I can make you come without even touching your pussy.”
My breath catches in my throat. “What are you talking about?”
In a gravelly voice, he asks, “Have you ever had a nipple orgasm?”
I blink. I have.Once. But never with a partner.
When I don’t reply, he continues. “You’re considering it, aren’t you?”
