“I want you to make me shout,” she whispers like she just voiced something so daring, so out of the ordinary.
“Then we better get started.”
“Yes. Now. Please.”
I hoist her up and toss her over my shoulder. “Where’s your bedroom?”
She points down the hall and, with a smile in her voice, says, “That way.”
I carry her to her bed, ready to give her all the innuendo and then some.
4
The Thing Is…
Brooke
Drew drops me on the mattress and settles between my legs, his hands inching up my thighs.
I want this so much but I have to tell him something. Even though my skin is tingling so much that it’d seem I’ll have no trouble going over the cliff, I know I will, and it’ll be awkward. I don’t want to be awkward with Drew. I like him too much already. I push onto my elbows and say, “I need to tell you something.”
I sit up, my chest tightening with nerves.
His eyes flash, clearly wary I might drop some truth bomb on him.
Quickly, I try to smooth over the awkwardness. “I can’t come through oral.”
He blinks but quickly covers his surprise. “Oh. Okay,” he says. Then, after a pause to process the info, he says, “You never have?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
He sits back on his knees, his gaze going thoughtful. My heart crashes. I ruined a sexy moment. “Also, I don’t orgasm easily through sex,” I say, then wince.
Way to go, Brooke.
God, I want to muzzle myself.
But we already agreed to hit pause on the work convo. I don’t want to hit pause on theI’m complicated in bedconvo. Because he’ll figure it out in a few minutes anyway.
Drew leans forward, grabs my chin, and whisks a soft kiss across my lips. “But do you like sex?”
Screw it. I rip off the Band-Aid. “Sometimes. When it’s good. But it hasn’t always been good.”
It hasn’t been good at all, actually.
But I keep that to myself. I don’t want to sound too complain-y.
Drew nods again, taking in the info. “So, you’re not…I’m not sure what the right word is…uninterested in sex?”
I whip my head side to side. “Oh, I’m very interested. Sometimes, it’s a sex fiesta up here,” I say, tapping my temple.
He smiles wickedly. “Excellent. I have that same situation going on upstairs too.”
“I think about it a ton. I like the idea of oral. In my fantasies, I come that way,” I say, enjoying telling him that. I want him to know I’m…curious.
He reaches for my left ankle, absently stroking it with his thumb. The light touch sends small zings of pleasure up my leg. “Then you’re not opposed to a guy going down on you?”
“God, no. I have zero opposition.”