Page 64 of The Hookup
She wiped her hand over her cheek. “No,” she gasped.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I got carried away.” It was his fault, but with her, he lost his mind, couldn’t think straight.
“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry.” She pulled up her panties then smoothed down her skirt. “I’m not going to present you with a secret love-child nine months down the line.” She looked up at him with a worried frown. “But … the others. I mean, your other hookups…the ones before me.”
Shewas worried abouthimgiving her something? Maybe he should be the one to worry? After all, how many men had she been with? And who knew what she had been up to in Hong Kong?
“If you’re worried about me being clean,” he said, clenching his jaw at the absurdity of what he was going to say next. “I’ll get checked, and show you that I’m clear.”
“Okay.” She looked uneasy herself. Despite the lurid nature of their relationship, talking about sex and the consequences of it, still felt stilted. He wanted similar reassurance from her, that she was clean. But just as he was thinking of the polite way of asking her to do the same, she said, “I’ll get tested, too. I’m not the slut everyone thinks I am. I don’t screw entire baseball teams.”
His lips turned up at the corners. “That’s a relief.”
She threw him a stony look.
“I’m kidding. I’m allowed to joke with you, aren’t I?”
“Having just screwed me up against the window, you’re allowed.”
“You liked it.”
She smiled in reply.
“Who was the last guy?” he asked, curious for confirmation about Dean. He didn’t usually care with others, and hadn’t had a clue what the sports masseuse had been up to because he had always been careful, but this recent slip up now gave him cause for concern.
“Why does it matter? This is personal stuff,” she stated.
“And what we did just now wasn’t?” But he caught her drift. They fucked. That’s all they did. They didn’t talk about their emotions and feelings, or any of that other stuff. It had suited him fine, until now.
If he wasn’t careful, they were going to end up having another disagreement. With Christmas and New Year around the corner, this might be the last time he saw her for a while, and there wasn’t long to go until Amanda’s wedding. He didn’t want to risk upsetting things too much.
Besides, sex with her was always great and something about her always made him want to keep going back for more. She wasn’t the usual stick insect he’d been used to, and her curves, and ample boobs made a change from hugging a skeleton.
“You said you were over him.”
“I am.”
“Your turn,” she said. “Who, and when?”
He blew out his cheeks, buying time, wondering how to answer this without coming across all uptight. He wasn’t used to being questioned like this. “A sports masseuse.”
“When?”
“A couple of months ago.”
“And after her?” she asked.
“There was nobody else.”
“And then you found me?” she challenged.
“Youfoundme,” he clarified. “
“Are you glad I did?” she asked, and lifted her hand. She was about to touch his face but she stopped.
“What do you think?”
This time she actually touched his cheek, grazing it with the back of her fingers. He was powerless to stop her. She stroked his lower lip with her thumb. “I’ve got something for you,” she said, looking at him with shining eyes.
