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. Inmy 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.”
“And you are, in fact, in support of it,” he offers.
“Yes. I love the idea,” I admit.
When he brushes his palms over my knees, then traces the space behind them, I shiver.
Have I ever shivered from that before? I’m not sure.
“But you don’t love the reality of it,” he says, his hand traveling farther up my thighs, drawing maddeningly light strokes on my skin.
My eyes close for a few seconds as I sink into the fizzy sensations. “I haven’t loved it. I want to, but I haven’t.”
I’m not sure why I’m comfortable telling Drew when he’s a stranger. But perhaps that’s why. Because our connection is sexual. Drew mentioned anext time, but there are no guarantees. There is onlythis time.
And if that’s all there is, then I want it to be amazing.
With a soft murmur, Drew nods, his hands dancing closer to my bikini bottoms. Then, he shiftsdirections and inches down my body, watching me as he goes. “Let’s make a deal.”
I laugh with anticipation. “What kind of deal?”
He slinks lower, reaching the end of the bed, and then runs those big, warm hands over my skin. He dips his face to my ankle, kissing me there.
I wriggle from the shot of bliss.
He doesn’t answer my question as he moves to my other ankle, dusts a gentle kiss there, then travels upward, kissing my calf, my shin, my knee.
I tremble.
He lavishes the same attention on my left leg, moving up my thighs.
“Ohhh,” I murmur as he caresses me with tender, open-mouthed kisses until he reaches my center.
Then, he looks up, looking pleased but not cocky. “So, here are my terms.”
“Right. Sure. What are they?”
“You let me keep tryingthistill you’re shouting my name,” he says.
Oh, fuck me.
I heat up all over. My core aches exquisitely.