Page 27 of A Valentine's Day Gift
Finally. Something he could work with. “Worked up about what?”
“Shit. I feel like a complete idiot even mentioning it.”
The fact that she cursed meant it was serious. “Tell me,” he ordered.
“It’s just that I’ve been thinking about you and me together, and then I started worrying…” She trailed off and he waited.
A long tense moment passed with no further explanation.
“What’re you worried about?” he asked with his last shred of patience.
“Are you big everywhere?”
He grinned, thrilled she was exactly on the same page as he was, thinking about his cock. “Whaddya think you get this big hunk of man with a tiny package?”
She fidgeted in her seat. “I don’t know.”
He winked. “Let’s just say you won’t be disappointed.”
“Oh.” She stared out the windshield, and he caught a bright pink blush on her cheeks in the streetlight glow.
“What’s the problem?”
She faced him. “I’m petite and it’s beenyearsfor me.”
He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I think you can manage me.”
Her voice was high and reedy. “My boys were C-sections, so everything’s pretty tight, if you know what I mean.”
Oh-kay.“Sounds good to me.”
“I have a nasty scar on my stomach. Fair warning.”
“We all have scars, whether or not they show.”
“Anything you want to warn me about?” she asked.
He passed a slow car and hit the accelerator, eager to get to the hotel. “Like what?”
“I don’t know!”
“Few scars from football and work. Nothing to write home about. I’m just flesh and bones, same as you.”
“You’re much, much bigger than me.”
“Trust me, it’s not gonna be a problem.” He glanced over at her, tense as all hell again. She was so worried about him being big and her being little and tight. Damn, that made him hot just thinking about their joining, so he spoke plainly, directly addressing her sexy concern. “I’ll get you nice and hot and wet, and then I’ll just slide in there.”
“Vinny!” Her hands fluttered in the air, her face bright red.
He backpedaled. “That wasn’t very romantic, right?” He scrambled for something good. “We’ll just do whatever feels right. You tell me if you want me to, ya know, take a hike, take a cold shower. Whatever.”
She stilled. “And you wouldn’t be mad?”
“Nah, not mad.”Disappointed as fuck, but…
“Okay.” She gripped her hands tightly together in her lap and stared at them.
This was going to be a long night.
He hadn’t expected her to be so tense. He’d thought they were pretty comfortable with each other.
“This is my first time in years too,” he said in a teasing voice. “Be gentle with me.”
She laughed a little, still tense.
All right, this was ridiculous. He was not going to pussyfoot around her nerves. TV could wait, picnic could wait. He was going full steam ahead the moment they walked into that hotel room. The more they postponed the inevitable, the more worked up she’d get. They’d said all that needed to be said.
It was going to be down and dirty.
He suspected that was exactly what she needed.
