Her adorable, confused expression has me biting back a laugh.
“You know what taco is a euphemism for, right?”
Paige shakes her head, dropping her gaze down. I reach over and tip her chin up. “No way, baby. No embarrassment around me.”
“Easy for you to say. You don’t misinterpret innuendo and lack social context for basic sexual topics the way I do.” She folds her napkin and sets it down before finally looking in my eyes. “Before I met you, it never bothered me that I didn’t understand so much of what my friends would talk about or laugh about. I truly believed that sexual intimacy was not something I required or desired in my life, so why bother learning what all of the jokes or code words meant. I’d had sex, it wasn’t that enjoyable, no need to worry about it again. But you’ve made me throw all of that aside, and now I’m confused. I want to understand, I want to know, but I also don’t know what I don’t know.”
She sounds so frustrated, I can’t help myself. I stand up and walk over to her side of the table, sitting down beside her with one leg on either side of the bench.
“Paige, listen to me. Your lack of experience is not a flaw, or a detriment to who you are. It’s just who you are. I don’t ever mean to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want you to feel comfortable exploring everything with me. I want to be there with you when you learn something new about your body and your sensuality. Because, baby, trust me. It’s there. You’re sexy, passionate, and more than capable of enjoying sex. And I want to be the lucky bastard who gets to do it with you.”
Her lips part with a small sigh, and I lean in to kiss her, drinking in that sigh and everything she has to give me. Her arms come around my neck and I shift closer to her, taking the kiss deeper.
Sounds of people around us break through my concentration. Right, we’re on the boardwalk, sitting outside a taco truck. I can’t exactly do what I want to do with her right now.
“We should probably go,” I murmur against her lips.
“Why?” is her breathy reply.
“Because if I don’t stop kissing you, I’m going to want to get you naked. And unless you want to be arrested for public indecency, I don’t think I should do that here.”
Paige’s head jerks back and she blinks rapidly, looking around. “Oh. Yes. You’re quite right. I lost track of…”
“Everything?” I say with a grin, and she nods. “Let’s go.”
The drive back to Dogwood Cove is quiet. I can tell she’s thinking about something, but so am I. I’m thinking about how easy it is to get lost in Paige. In the happiness and pleasure I feel when I’m around her.
Back at the store, we settle into an easy rhythm packing orders of books. My memory flashes back to the dream I had, where I stayed in Dogwood Cove. If I did, this could be a regular thing, Paige and I working together, stealing kisses and touches whenever we pass each other. I could get used to that, way too easily. Shaking my head to try and dispel that idea, I walk over to one of the walls that are filled with shelves of books, looking for a particular one for the last order we need to fill.
“Did you mean what you said at lunch?”
Her husky voice hits me. I’ve never heard Paige sound like that. Pivoting on my feet, I watch her put a book on the shelf in the romance section, then walk over to me. Her hands come to my chest, pushing my back against the shelf behind me.
“What did I say?” I ask hoarsely, my mind scrambled by this seductive side of her.
“That you wanted to help me learn new things.”
“Yeah. I meant it.”
Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “Good. Because there is something I’ve never done, and I want you to teach me.”
“Anything, baby.”
Paige drops into a squat in front of me, her hands running down my legs to cup the back of my calves.
“Good. Can you teach me how to give a blowjob?”
Chapter sixteen
Paige
My heart is thumping wildly as I wait for Wyatt to respond. I’m not worried about him rejecting me, although, perhaps I should be. No. I trust him when he says he wants to help me, to teach me. And I’ve experienced his genuine enjoyment in our intimate encounters thus far.
His hand comes to the top of my head and strokes down my hair. I lean into his touch.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
I sense nothing but desire in his voice, despite his words showing some hesitancy. It’s clear that he is only holding back out of consideration for me, and all that does is make me even more determined. I don’t answer him with words. My hands find the top of his pants and I flick open the button, slide down the zipper, then still. Bringing my gaze back up to meet his, I moisten my lips with my tongue.
