Page 69 of One Little Kiss
“What?” I croak. “No. I’m not a virgin.”
Relief washes over his expression, and he leans in to kiss my neck again. When he does this, he short circuits my brain and he knows it.
“Then what is troubling that beautiful mind of yours?” His whispered breath against my skin leaves goosebumps in his wake.
“Nothing. Never mind. I’m good.”
Colton steps back and searches my eyes. He won’t settle for anything but the truth, I can tell by the way he watches me. Like he’s memorizing everything he can. Heat floods my cheeks, and I have to glance away. How do I tell a man like Colton that sex is just meh, and not to take it personally?
“Not good enough, sweetheart.” He crosses his arms, still fully clothed, I realize while I stand in a bra that’s not even cute and a stretchy skirt I got on clearance at Target. “I’m doing everything I can to earn your trust, but I can only do that if you’re honest with me. What got in your head just now?”
There’s no way I can look at him and say this, so I slowly sit on the edge of the bed, still staring at the floor, while I gather my courage. “You asked how I make myself come.” My muttered words seem amplified in my ears, and I cringe.
“Okay,” he drawls, and I hear the smile I can’t bring myself to view. “Did that embarrass you?”
“Not really.”Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Am I really going to explain this to him?“I liked it … I think.” Daring a peek, I lift my gaze and find him watching me with intent.
“Do you not want to tell me? Because I can have just as much fun figuring it out on my own.”
What it must be like to have his confidence, geez!
“Have you been with a lot of women?” I blurt.
It’s his turn to cringe. “More than is polite to mention, probably.”
“And they’ve all been … er, satisfied?”
“Are you afraid I won’t live up to expectation, Winnie?” He smirks, but his gaze flashes a dangerous warning to my vagina.Run, pussy, run. I’m going to destroy you and watch how much you like it.
Holy Moses! What’s wrong with me?
“Gah. No, I—” I what?What am I doing?Dropping my head into my hands, I attempt to shut him out so I can collect myself. But I already know him better than that. His enormous hands land on mine and pull them away a second later.
“Talk to me, Win. What are you worried about?”
“I just don’t want you to spend too much time worrying about if I’m, ya know, happy.”
“I’ll always worry about your happiness, Winnie. But specifically, are you talking about an orgasm?”
With a sigh that weighs a thousand tons, I nod. “Yeah, I can’t orgasm, Colton. It’s not anything to do with you. It’s ameissue.”
He’s quiet for a moment, so I chance a peek in his direction. I swear the way he watches me he must have a roadmap of my entire body by now.
CHAPTER22
COLTON
Iam one thousand percent sure I misheard her.
“It’s ayouissue?” I repeat for clarification. “Did a doctor tell you this?”
“God, no. It’s just how it is. I’ve tried, believe me. I just can’t.” Her voice wobbles, so I clasp her hand in mine.
“Game on, Winnie Darling.”
“What?” she cries. “What are you talking about?”
“Your issue, as you call it, is now my life’s goal. Lay down, Winnie.” The low timbre of my voice drops an octave on her name. I don’t move as she follows my directive, but I get my fill of the view. She’s fucking gorgeous. Smooth and soft everywhere. Her body is perfection. A beautiful, real woman, and I love every inch of her delectable body.
