Page 22 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
“I was your first one-night stand?”
“And last.Clearly, they’re not suited to my strengths.I do better when I know the person, know how to read them, know what they like.I…yeah.I was a bit anxious, and I wish…”
It’s time to shut up.I’ve shared more than I should have, and she doesn’t need to know all the daydreams I’ve had about her since.Ones where I made her scream for me again and again.
“You wish what, Max?”She steps closer and knocks her shoulder against my arm.
I shake my head.
“You wish you had a do-over?”she asks.“Tell me, what would you do if you had another chance?”
Chapter 10
Kim
Ican’tbelieveIasked that question.Why can’t I move on?
When I approached Max outside the tent, I didn’t expect to exchange more than a few words with him.He’d done his best to hide from me today, after all.But although he’s been looking at the lavender—rather than at me—he’s been relatively forthright.There’s something appealing about that, even if he didn’t rock my world the last time I saw him.
“You don’t need to answer,” I say hurriedly.“Forget it.”
“I’m happy to answer.Unless you don’t want me to?”
Why does his voice make my skin tingle?Why is there a pulse between my legs?
I think that’s why I can’t completely get over this.I’m still affected by him, despite our history, and I’m curious.My curiosity has gotten the better of me.
I gesture for him to continue.
He looks at me for a moment, his dark eyes piercing in the dim light, before turning back to the fields.He rests his arms on the fence.
Music and laughter drift out of the tent.God, I think that’s my mother’s laugh.What if she comes out here?I’m not doing anything inappropriate with Max—aside from the subject of our conversation—but if she sees us, she might start planning the wedding.
Yet despite the fear of her finding us, I don’t leave.I want him to answer.
“I still have some of the problems I had before,” he says.“I don’t know you very well.I don’t know what you like, in bed and elsewhere.When we were together, I’m pretty sure you didn’t come—”
“You’re correct.”
“—although there are some women who don’t orgasm, so I’ve heard—”
“I’m not one of them.Making me come isn’t too difficult.”
“That makes what happened even more embarrassing.”
I hesitate.“I like it a little rough and dirty.I enjoy feeling filthy.And I like being touched everywhere, including my breasts, which you studiously avoided.”
He sighs.“My ex was very ticklish there, so—”
“I understand.”I don’t want to hear about his ex.It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
He says nothing more, and the silence between us feels charged.When he drums his fingers on the fence, the sound seems to echo in my chest.Staying or walking away—it shouldn’t be a big deal, but somehow, it is.My feet are rooted to the ground, and when he shifts the tiniest bit toward me, I nearly gasp.
There was something intimate about discussing my needs without actually doing anything.It wasn’t sexy, exactly, but definitely intimate, and I have a feeling he won’t forget what I said.
I really wish we’d both slowed down that night.Maybe we would have had a good time.And looking at him now in the shadows, handsome and serious, his attention all focused on me…I wonder if this isn’t over.I feel an unexpected sense of anticipation.
He brushes my hair back from my face; my lips part of their own accord.
