Right. Way to act like an idiot, Arianna.
She buried her face in his chest.
He rubbed his big hand up and down her back soothing. “Nothing to get all stressed out about. If you don’t want me to help, you could do it yourself.”
“I can’t do that with you here!”
Holy shit.
“Well, I guess I could leave. Give you some privacy. How long do you need? Five minutes?”
“What, no!”
“Longer?”
“No, Bain. I’m not. . .I’m not going to. . .with you. . .and Dominic.”
“What’s Dominic got to do with anything? You don’t want him to help, do you? Because I don’t share. Ever.”
“What? No! But what if he were to walk in?”
“He won’t,” he told her. “He’s giving us alone time.”
Right now, maybe she could do with less alone time with Bain.
“Do you have something you use? I can get it for you.”
“Something I use?” she asked.
“Like a vibrator?”
“No!” she squeaked.
He tilted up her face. “Talking about this stuff embarrasses you?”
“Yes!”
“But why? Told you nothing was taboo between us.”
“Yes. . .but, Bain. . .I feel like you move at the speed of a bullet and I’m a tortoise. In my family, we didn’t talk about sex or periods. My mother didn’t even like us to say toilet, we had to say powder room.”
“Fucking weird. Okay, I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. No more talk of masturbation and orgasms.”
She slumped against him. Thank God for that.
“But just saying, in th
e future, you can have that on tap when you have cramps.”
Interest filled her. “What about the rest of the time?”
“Well, that depends how good you are.” His voice was low, seductive and a shiver of pleasure raced up her spine.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.