“Nothing. Why do you think you have something to prove with me?”
I cupped her chin and she dragged her eyes up to mine. As I spoke, her face changed and there was a flicker of vulnerability behind her gaze. Almost hesitation, as if she were afraid to believe my words. My eyes fell to her mouth, those full, sensual lines, and my cock twitched. Someday I’d have that mouth wrapped around it, plying my length as she sucked me into the back of her throat.
I shook my head slightly to clear it and she caught the movement.
“Thinking something dirty?” she asked.
“Filthy,” I said.
I released her and she crouched down to remove her muddy boots. Then she stripped off her hoodie, revealing a short tank top that showed a sliver of her stomach. I watched her distractedly as she put away her boots and lifted herself onto the counter, perching like a bird on the edge.
She took a quick breath, her lashes fluttering. “What is this, Viktor?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I mean…I don’t love you and you don’t love me,” she said. “But we’re…doing these things with each other…acting like we’re something, but not going all the way.”
I hesitated, feeling distantly guilty. “Is it confusing you?”
“A little. Yes.”
I cleared my throat, deciding that being honest and straightforward with her was probably the best course of action.
“I’m used to sex. I’ve always been monogamous because it’s the best way to have consistently good sex, at least for me it is. But I also like fucking, a lot, so I’ve always had a sexual…partner.”
She frowned and a flash of something that looked like jealousy crossed her face. “Okay…what’s your point?”
“You’re a virgin. I’ve been having sex for almost thirty years. We’re going to have trouble meeting in the middle, with how different our experiences have been,” I said. “I just mean to say that maybe I moved in on you too fast.”
She chewed the inside of her lip and swallowed. “I—I think I’m fine with it. I might want more.”
I was sure I’d misheard her. “What?”
Her lashes fluttered and I moved closer to her, stepping between her knees. Her knuckles went white on the edge of the counter and she locked her ankles together, swinging them anxiously.
“You’ve seen me naked twice, you’ve eaten me out. You made me come and you put your fingers inside me,” she whispered. “But I’ve never seen…you.”
I glanced down at the rapidly hardening bulge beneath the front of my pants. “You haven’t seen me, no,” I agreed.
“Why is that?” The corner of her mouth twitched. “Are you shy?”
I laughed and pushed my fingers in her hair, turning her face up to mine. She smelled like the outdoors, wild and free. Everything that I’d spent the last twenty-five years longing for.
“Maybe you’re just not a good enough girl to get that yet.”
“Oh, so your cock is a gift?” She jutted her chin.
“Hmm, more like a reward.”
“You’re full of it.”
“Not as full as you could be if you behaved yourself.”
The tension settled between us, thick like electricity in the air before a storm. Her breasts were rose and fell and she gritted her teeth, clearly oscillating between desire and anger. As she always was. I ran my thumb over her cheekbones, marveling at the silkiness of her skin.
“The reason I haven’t gone that far, baby girl, is exactly what we were just talking about. I know what I like in bed, I know what makes me come. But you don’t have that experience and that makes me think we should take it slow.”
“What do you like?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “In bed, I mean.”