“Not till three.”
“Good. We have time to… What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Take a shower. I’ll finish making the pancakes.”
But he turned the stove off, then held my face between his hands.
“I know that face. Tell me what’s on your mind, Red.”
“I said ‘nothing.’”
“Was I too rough last night?”
I could feel the blush flushing my cheeks. “No.”
“Then what is it?” he demanded.
I let out a frustrated breath and tried to step away from him again, but he wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had sex before. And you…you haven’t said anything. Let me go.”
I shook his hands off and stepped back.
“You have no idea what last night meant to me, do you?” he asked.
I raised my eyes to his, challenging.
“Everything,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “It meant everything.”
It wasn’t what he said but the way he said it. The way his eyes looked at me, the way his hands held me to him.
He meant it, I realized.
And just like that, my insecurities vanished.
“It was perfect.” He looked at me with suddenly hooded eyes, which were turning a darker green. “I can’t stop thinking about last night. I want you again. It was wildly erotic. The sounds you made, how good you felt when I was inside—”
I shrieked and covered his mouth, blushing furiously. “Okay.” I blew out a breath. “Okay.”
I felt foolish now for letting my insecurities get the better of me.
His eyes glittered wickedly as he pulled my hand down and placed it on his chest. “Did you enjoy last night?” He blinked slowly, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. “Did I make you feel good?”
I didn’t know I could blush harder than I was already. When his hand slowly slid behind my waist, his fingers seeking the skin on my lower back, I swallowed a moan.
“Can I—”
I didn’t give him a chance to finish as I moved away from him, but the vulnerability in his eyes stopped me from walking away. It had never crossed my mind that he would feel the same insecurities I felt. He wanted to know if last night was good for me too.
“It was,” I said breathlessly. “Really good.”
I groaned inside.
It was really good?
What kind of response was that? But when I looked up at him again, his eyes were smiling and I knew he understood what I meant.
He was right. It was perfect.