Page 20 of Unwrapped

Jesus Christ. “Yeah?”

She shrugs and manages to glance up at me quickly. “With Tyler, it’s, like, for him, you know? He doesn’t really . . .” She hesitates, her cheeks blazing now. “He doesn’t really do anything for me. Like, you know.” She waves vaguely with one hand, unable to say it clearly.

Fire blazes in my core, my cock twitching. I turn slightly, laying a hand on my lap to cover myself.

I would bring you to pleasure, I think, the thought unbidden. I would ensure it was all for you.

“Well, he should,” I say, and clear my throat. “It should, ah . . . feel good for you, too.”

“I’ve never experienced that,” she says quietly. “And I want to. So bad.”

I swallow. Good God. My throat is sand. My cock is filling.

She looks at me and doesn’t look away this time. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” I answer, hoping my words don’t sound as choked and raw to her as they sound to me.

“How old were you?” she asks. “When you lost your virginity?”

I inhale, willing my heart to keep beating, and look down at her blanket before answering her. I almost don’t want to tell her, since it singlehandedly robs me of any argument.

“Uh.” I give her an apologetic smile. “I was pretty young. Younger than you.”

“How old?” she pushes.

“In high school,” I say. “Let’s leave it at that. Her name was Rebecca.”

She gives me a savvy look, a pleased smile tugging at her lips. “So you were a teenager once, too.”

“Yes.” I roll my eyes, conceding my defeat. “I was a sexually active teenager once, too.”

She arches a satisfied eyebrow.

The change in tone helps me clear my head, my cock softening again, obeying me finally. I shift into a more comfortable position.

“I overreacted, Sophie, and I’m sorry. I’m adjusting to you growing up, and I guess I’m holding on to the past a little.”

“Okay.” She dips her head, accepting my apology.

“But.” I hold up a finger. “There are still a couple of practical things we need to agree on. I'd appreciate knowing when you're inviting someone over. And I'm not particularly happy about the drinking.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Sorry. I shouldn't have had the beers.”

“All right. And I'll knock before entering your room.”

She nods, apparently satisfied.

I've apologized, and we've agreed on the rules. Sophie seems more relaxed now, and I'm glad we've managed to sort things out without another argument. I'd rather spend the rest of the day enjoying her company than dwelling on last night.

“Well,” I say, glancing toward the window, “I was planning to drive into town later. I need a few things from the specialty food store. Would you like to come?”

She smiles. “Yeah, that sounds nice. I actually still need to buy a couple of Christmas presents.”

“Okay, good. I have a few things to finish up in my office first.”

She stands before I do, her long, firm thighs moving directly into my view, and I avert my eyes.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says.