Page 84 of Falling for Her

“No, really. Why would I lie? First guy I slept with, it was just to lose my virginity.” I take another bite. “And it was meh, so I was like, What is the big deal about sex?” I pull off a piece of the thick crust and pop it in my mouth. “Then one of my friends had one of those vibrator parties.”

“I’m sorry, what kind of party?” He looks at me.

“You know, a pleasure party.” I help myself to another piece. “They bring in some sample vibrators, and you order them.” His eyes look like they are about to come out of his head. “Anyway, I got one, and then, well, I did some research.”

He throws his slice of pizza down. “You did research?”

“Well, yeah.” I take a bite. “I’m not saying I was very good at it, but I was very good at it.” His mouth opens. “Then I met my soon-to-be ex, and I thought it was going to be good, but well . . .” I turn my hand upside down and do a thumbs-down. “He couldn’t find my clit if it came with flashing lights and an arrow that says, Over Here. I don’t know how he gets so many women to sleep with him.” I shrug. “Hey, who knows, maybe it’s me.”

“It’s not you,” he snaps. “As you pointed out, the pizza is still hot because I came so fast.”

I snort. “High five, then.” I hold up my hand, and he gives me a high five, then takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “So you are the third person I’ve ever slept with, and the only one who I’ve had an orgasm with during sex.”

“How long were you married?”

“Three months before I filed for divorce, but we’ve been together for two years,” I groan. “Seven hundred and thirty days. Do you know how many times I had to have orgasms by myself?”

“I don’t want to know.”

“I almost got carpal tunnel”—I hold up my hand—“in this hand.” He barks out laughing. “So how many women have you slept with?”

“More than three,” he admits, and I roll my eyes as the back of my neck tingles. I tell myself it’s fine.

“I mean, obviously, you have a child. So it has to be more than one.”

“I slept with someone a week after I left.”

I hold up my pointer finger. “I kind of don’t want to know,” I say. “Not that it doesn’t matter, it’s just⁠—”

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” I scoff at him and take another bite of my pizza.

“There is no reason for you to be jealous.”

“I’m glad,” I retort, annoyed. “I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

“Oh, please. You know you’re beautiful.” I look down because I’ve never been told I’m beautiful by anyone besides my grandfather. “Your body is on another fucking level, and when we were at the beach, I had to stay in the water longer than I wanted.”

I laugh at him. “You said it was relaxing.”

“You know what wasn’t relaxed? My cock. So that’s why you shouldn’t be jealous. I don’t think I have ever been that hard before in my life. I came home and had to jerk off in my shower. Actually”—he cocks his hip—“since you’ve been in town, I’ve jerked off every single night.”

I can’t help but burst out laughing. “I don’t think I’ve laughed with someone more than I have with you,” I admit to him. “I really haven’t had much to laugh about.” My chuckle ends. “Orgasms and laughter.” I clap my hands together. “If that doesn’t scream the perfect guy, I don’t know what does.”

His eyes go a dark brown as he stares at me. “You done eating?”

“That depends on what I’m going to be doing with my time.”

He walks around the island as I try to think of flirty things to say, but nothing comes out because he ducks down and, in one smooth motion, pulls me onto his back and then up over his shoulder.

“Ohh,” I say, reaching down to grab the waistband of his shorts, “if you lower me, I could probably suck your cock.” He reaches behind him to slap my ass. I kiss his chest. “I’ve never done it upside down before, but I have watched a couple of—” He changes his route midway to the steps and instead walks to the couch and throws me over the back so I land on the cushions with a bounce. He climbs after me and starts kissing my neck, at the same time grabbing my shirt and pulling it off me.

“Yes,” I pant when he holds my tits in his hands, his fingers rolling my nipples. I open my legs, about to put my hand in my shorts, when one of his hands beats me to it. I turn my head to the side as his tongue slips into my mouth and his fingers slide into me. “Yes,” I hiss.

“Fuck, I’m going to need a condom.”

I groan. “Now,” I order as his fingers move out of me.