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After a few minutes of showing me the ropes, we started to play five-card stud in earnest. Of course, I was at a disadvantage because it would only take three losing hands to get me completely naked. But after he won the first one and I slid my thong down from under my dress, I recognized the advantage was actually all mine.
His heated gaze fixed on me. “I’m a fan of this game.”
I shuffled the cards, loving it too. “Does it remind you of our car ride home from the party up in the Hollywood hills?”
“The beginning of the end for me.”
I quirked a brow. “Oh, I’m pretty sure that was the night you heard the buzzing coming from your room and walked in. Speaking of which, I brought my little toy with me.” Not that I had anything to complain about when it came to the amazing sex we’d had thus far, but I thought it might be kind of fun to play on the trip.
“You did?”
“Yep, I slipped it into my suitcase. I kind of wish I’d taken you to Pleasure Palace before we came here. Would be fun to pick out some things to experiment with although I have to tell you, I don’t think I can do sparkles and patriotism in the form of the Star-Spangled Bang-Her sex toy.”
Instead of looking amused or turned on, he shook his head. “I don’t need those things with you.”
It took me a moment to realize he was dead serious. “Wait—what?”
He sighed and then stood up. “I don’t need the kinky stuff or toys. What we have is better, don’t you think?”
I waited for the ‘only kidding’ until I realized he wasn’t. “Isn’t there a part of you that wants to bend me over the back of the couch and—”
“No, that’s not what I need. And neither do you,” he interrupted, coming over to pull me up by the hand. Obviously, our poker game was now forgotten.
“I beg to differ.” Because the thought of him doing just that was spiking my libido. “Do you think I wouldn’t want that because I was a virgin? That I can’t possibly be curious because I’d never had sex before you?”
“I’m not saying that. Why are we even arguing about this?”
“Maybe because you’re trying to relegate me to a missionary-sex-only girlfriend.”
“We’ve done more than missionary. Besides, are you not satisfied?”
“Of course I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish to experiment a little. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to. I mean, give me a reason here.”
“I’ll give you three. First, I respect you and don’t want you trying to be something because you think I need it. Second: it’s awkward if you were to ask me if I’ve done something before because you don’t need to know the answer. And lastly: you’re important to me, and I don’t want to screw this up by doing something you might not enjoy.”
He’d completely fire-hosed me with unexpected vulnerability in an area I’d never expected. I laced both my hands with his. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have twenty-two years of pent-up sexual curiosity? And where better to explore my interest than in a relationship where I trust you completely? Plus, all the firsts that matter, I have them. And as for your history, frankly, I’m just happy one of us will know what the hell they’re doing.”
His eyes burned into mine, evaluating my answers while I touched his face.
“And your final point is addressed simply by saying how would either of us know what we’ll like without trying?”
His stood there for a good minute before asking huskily, “Did you mean what you said about the couch?”
“Would it be too obvious if I sprinted over there and threw myself over it?”
He stepped in closer to me, his hands tangling in my hair. I could feel the vibe changing with the aggressive action and possessive look in his eyes. “You’d tell me if there’s something you don’t like?”
“Yes,” I whispered, hard pressed to believe there’d be such a scenario.
His lips crashed down on mine, and my body became electrified with the palpable energy passing between us. He backed me up the few steps toward the couch, then suddenly turned me around to face away from him.
Something about acting out my admitted fantasy left me both breathless and aroused. I shivered when he lifted my dress over my head and folded me over the waist-high back of the couch. Spreading my legs apart, I felt his face dive between them from the back, almost causing my knees to buckle with the onslaught of his tongue. He licked the length of my slit while the warm rush of his breath sent chills over my body.
“You’re so turned on,” he rasped.
I was assailed with the sensation of his hands spreading my cheeks and then his tongue circling my back entrance. “Oh, dear God.” I couldn’t help but moan with the forbidden touch.
“You like that?”
