Page 48 of Kai
"As in buy one, get the other one free?"
He had to make the effort not to laugh then.
"Don't be crass."
Her brows arched even higher.
"I'm being crass? Two for the price of one. Were they doing you at the same time, or was one watching... Oh! I cannot think about it anymore." Shoving past him, she practically ran out of the kitchen.
He stood there wondering how a simple discussion had turned into an argument. He had seen the astonishment on her face along with the disgust, and it had boiled his blood. He had taken his upbringing for granted—certainly he did not agree with the extremes his father had gone to just to make certain he was not like his uncles—but it had not been all that bad. He had garnered a world of experience, ones he was using to bring her the ultimate pleasure. He had no idea why she should be so...jealous.
Oh, bloody hell! How blind could he be? It was jealousy fueling her emotions.
With a deep sigh, he turned on his heels and went after her.
Maxie was pondering if it would be better for her to go home. Her chest was tight, and her skin was hot. She was also trying to convince herself that there was no point at all in being angry with the child. The father was not here for her to tell him a piece of her mind. But she could not help it. He had been with all those women. He had been her first and only, while he had spread himself all over the damn world, flashing his... She clamped down on her treacherous thought and flounced her way over to sit on the supple masculine sofa across from the bed.
She must have been such a disappointment to him. With her fresh, unwelcoming innocence. One who did not know what the hell she was doing.
Had he laughed at her in private? Shaking his head at the "sweet little virgin" he had nailed?
The humiliation of that was drowning her. What had he thought of their first sexual encounter?
Her back went up when he walked in and stopped in the center of the room, staring at her.
"What I did in the past has nothing to do with us."
"Did you laugh?" She was humiliated for asking, but she had to know.
"Pardon?"
The arrogant, cultured tone had her back going up some more.
"When we had sex the first time. Did you laugh? Because it must have been beyond your realm. At the age of eighteen, you had—wow! Six years' experience. Being with someone like me must have set you back. Well? Did you laugh?"
Tamping down the anger, he reminded himself that on his way up here, he had decided he was going to be considerate of her feelings. But by God, she was making it difficult.
"Did it look like I was amused when we were doing it?"
"I don't know. You might have taken a moment in privacy to laugh yourself silly at the fumbling of a virgin."
"Enough." His voice was quiet but had enough steel to let her know that she was treading on dangerous ground.
Bridging the distance, he crossed to her and knelt before her.
"I did not tell you something like that—something I have never shared with another living soul—just to have you condemning me. I wanted to share—want to share my life with you. I also did not tell you to boast of my supposed conquests. One discussion led to another, and I believed I could share things with you—private things. Don't make me out to be a liar."
"You didn't answer the question," she said mulishly.
She wanted to be able to just shrug and be done with it, but her jealousy and what she considered inadequacy had her pressing on.
"Maxie—"
"Did I please you?" Her humiliation was now full-blown. "I did not know what to do half the time, and even now..." She turned her head away and bit her lip. "All those women. I—"
She let out a startled gasp when he hauled her into his arms.
"What are you doing?"
