Page 71 of Words I Couldn't Say
“You can ask me anything,” I answered honestly. God, I was so happy we were finished with that stupid pretense of being friends with benefits. Still, I was thankful she’d given that to me. It had been unselfish, allowing me to come to trust her again on my own terms.
“Those Three Words—there are some pretty steamy scenes with Abby and Trevor.” She paused. “I mean, you were a virgin. They were so descriptive, so arousing that I even squirmed while reading them. How’d you do it? Did you just watch a lot of premium cable after dark?”
I chuckled. Why the hell would I have watched that crap when I had her?
“Not a single woman in real life could ever compare to you. I don’t think ones being paid to act out sex fantasies would, either.”
“So, you never watched porn?” she asked, her nose wrinkling as if she weren’t quite sure what to do with the information.
“Nope. Not for me.”
“Then how?” she pressed. “And what did you do when you were, you know, aroused?”
“It was easy.”
She cocked her head to the side. “It was?”
I nodded then rolled her over until she was flat on her back and I was hovering over her. I roamed her body with my hand. “All I had to do was close my eyes and imagine all the ways I wanted to make love to you and the words flowed from me.”
“So, I really was the inspiration behind the story?” she teased.
“Every single part.”
“And if you were aroused?” she asked again.
I cupped her breast, bringing my mouth down to kiss her nipple before looking back up at her. “The same way. I’d close my eyes, conjure up the image of your perfect naked body, and imagine those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me until I was sucked dry. Trust me, baby. I didn’t need porn. The thought of you was always enough.”
She wrapped her hands around my neck. “Show me.”
