I sighed again.
“Why don’t you take your hands out of your pockets and say that again.”
I gave her what I hoped was a dirty look—the cold kind. But she just rolled her eyes at me.
“I’m going to have sex with someone,” she said. “That’s not a threat, it’s just the truth. Maybe I’ll find someone else I want to have sex with, sometime. But I haven’t yet. So, I think it should be you.”
Fuck my life.
How was I supposed to handle with this?
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
“I’m an adult, and I want to have sex with you,” she went on. “You want to have sex with me. We’re both single. We’ll use a condom. Give me one good reason we shouldn’t.”
“I’m not good for you.”
“So you keep saying.”
“Because it’s true.”
“I’m asking you to have sex with me. I’m not asking you to marry me.”
I didn’t respond to that.
“I’m not good enough to have sex with you? Is that it?”
I glared at her for that.
“Or… maybe I’m too good to have sex with you. In your mind, I’m this virginal white angel who can’t be sullied in any way?”
I didn’t bother answering that.
“You’re afraid that I’ll regret this or something and run home to my brother, crying about the big bad drummer who violated me?”
I shook my head. “That’s—”
“True. But what if you’re wrong about that? And what if it’s up to me to decide who gets to sleep with me, and I get to make my own mistakes, too? You know, like an adult.”
“You’re an adult, Courteney. I get that. I’m not arguing that. But that doesn’t mean you’re ready for —”
“For what?” She got to her feet. “For you?” She advanced toward me and I just stood there, trapped between her and the coffee table. “How much more ready could I be?” She put her hand on my chest again.
I inhaled a deep, slow breath, just trying to calm my reactions to her.
“You know how many times I’ve thought about it?” She ran her hand down my chest… down my stomach. “Hundreds,” she whispered, drawing closer, so I could feel her breath on my skin. “Actually… thousands.”
“Thousands?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said, her fingers drifting down to the waistband of my sweats. “I’ve wanted to have sex for years. Just because I didn’t do it yet didn’t mean I didn’t think about it.” She bit her lip, peering up at me.
Holy shit.
Her hand drifted down over the front of my sweats, and she squeezed my hard dick. I stiffened in her hand and adrenalin spiked through me.
I didn’t pull away.
“I know what I want, Xander,” she said softly. “Are you gonna give it to me?” She ran her hand up and down my shaft through the soft fabric of my sweats. “I want it to be you. I trust you…”
