Page 72 of Slow Hands Cowboy

He wanted to keep the control. It was perfectly acceptable for him to blow her mind. Yeah. That was the thing that was driving him now.

“I’m going to teach you,” he said, reaching over and gripping her chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, then sliding his thumb over that lower lip. “But you’re going to have to trust me.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t think I trust anybody anymore.”

“That’s fine. Outside of the bedroom, you don’t have to trust me. But inside of it, I need you to. Tell me. How good was Alan in bed?”

Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I don’t... I don’t know how to answer that question.”

“So not good then.”

“I mean it, I don’t know how to answer that. As good as... as good as the other men I’ve slept with.”

“And how many is that?”

“Three. Counting Alan.”

He chuckled. “Oh, baby girl. You have some things to learn.”

“What, just because I haven’t slept with half of Mustang River like you?”

“I mean, that is some evidence that you have some things to learn, yes. But also, because you didn’t know how to answer the question when I asked you how Alan was in bed. Because if he was good, you would know.”

“Wouldn’t I know if he was bad?”

“Not if they were all bad.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. How could I know good even without other comparisons, like let’s say they’re all the same degree of good⁠—”

“Because if a man is good in bed, honey, when you think about him, your eyes are going to glaze over a little bit. You’re going to end up lost in thought. You’re going to remember when you grabbed a fistful of the sheets and screamed his name, hell, you’re going to remember what it felt like when he had his head down between your legs, and he was feasting on you like he had nowhere else to be. When a man is good in bed, princess, you know.”

She was shaking now, he could see that. And he did feel a little bad. But not bad enough to stop. He wasn’t going to be mean. But she did have a little bit of a lesson to learn.

“It can be part of your new experiences. And also, getting a little friendlier with the locals.”

“I’m not going to be doing this with all the locals.”

“Who knows? Maybe once we’re finished, you will. Maybe I’ll give you a new zest for it.”

Of course, the very idea of her touching another man made him want to climb a tree like King Kong and pound his chest. He was doing great, staying rational about this.

But he had watched Addison Carey belong to other men for a long damned time. He’d had to bide his time, lie in wait. He had watched her play games, deny what they had, and pretend that she was too good for it. That she was above it and him. Fuck that.

Fuck all that. And whatever she did after this, it didn’t matter. She was his. Right now, she was his.

“Of course,” he said, looking at her, his muscles so tense he thought he might shatter. But he didn’t want her to see that. Didn’t want her to know that. “We haven’t even kissed yet.”

“We did,” she said.

“That wasn’t a kiss.”

“Our lips touched. What else would you call it?” She looked both baffled and furious, and he couldn’t think of a sexier combination.

“Nothing. It was nothing.”

“Much like good sex, Addison, if you’ve been properly kissed, it’s not up for debate as to whether or not it happened. Not for either person.”

“Maybe it’s just if one of the people is being a dick.”