I don’t look away or backtrack, holding her gaze as I take another small sip of my drink. She probably won’t be answering any of the new ones I have in mind now, but I’ll chance it anyway. Fuck it. It’s not like we’ll ever see each other again. We have nothing better to do than sit here and talk. Might as well make it a little more fun.
“Why was the sex bad?”
I wait for her nose to scrunch or turn up. Maybe she’ll fake a yawn or offer a polite refusal to speaking with a stranger about such things. But she does none of that. . . and smirks instead.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
Chapter Ten
Izzy
God,he’s handsome.
Almost infuriatingly so, because it’s all I can manage to think about, despite everything else going on.
I should be worrying over my car situation right now. Maybe calling my parents from the satellite phone to update them. Possibly getting a plan together for how I can get back on the road tomorrow, kindly thanking this man for his hospitality, and then focus on getting some sleep.
Instead, I’m hyper fixated onhim.And his stupidly hot beard. Those hunky round shoulders. And his apparent curiosity about my recent streak of disappointing sex.
Against my better judgment, I oblige his question. Because at the end of the day, the sheer sight of him is making me horny as hell. And because as crazy as it is moving to this topic of conversation, I want to know about what his sex life has been like lately too.Bad.
“If you must know . . . he gyrated above me for an average of one minute, quickly finished himself with a pathetic whimper, pecked me on the cheek, and then proceeded to skip off to the shower alone. Every time.”
I grab hold of a strand of my hair, twirling the end around in circles between my fingers, slowly. Ledger seems unfazed by my answer, but his eyes are as dark as they’ve been since I met him, and he hasn’t once looked away since he asked the question.
The rest of the room fades to a soft blur, leaving only the intensity in his stare, an entire wordless language from just a look. The heavy silence between us drags on while I debate on giving up that he’ll have something to say.
There’s a response on his mind, but he isn’t voicing it. I can feel it. I lift one brow, challenging him not to hold back.
He shakes his head and takes a small sip of his whiskey. I mirror his movement, picking up my tumbler once again and pulling just enough liquid into my mouth for a small taste. Even the tiny sample of liquor sends a wave of heat down my throat. I relish it, letting the soothing warmth wash over every tense bone in my body.
“No comment?”
“No appropriate comment.”
My bottom lip juts out on its own accord, begging for the alleged inappropriate comment. Ledger laughs through his nose and clenches his jaw.
God, what has gotten into me? I want to know if he’s thinking about me the way that I’m thinking about him. Which, in my case, is most definitely inappropriate. Visions of a wild one night stand hookup with a stranger, inappropriate. I’m well aware of the insanity of that thought, but there’s no stopping the wheels spinning in my head now. I’m a grown adult woman capable of making her own choices. We could . . .
“Your turn,” he finally says in a low voice.
“You look a little on edge,” I suggest playfully. “Sex bad for you too lately?”
“Not bad.” The smile on his face is smug, like he’s rubbing it in that he’s been banging happily while I’m being dumped bya guy who can’t get me off. My annoyance must show on my face, because he laughs, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. The veins in his flexed forearm seem more pronounced now that I’m noticing them in the glow of the firelight.
“By all means, delight in my misery.”
“I didn’t say great, either,” he admits. “Not bad, but . . . Uninspired, I’d say.”
Uninspired. I roll the word around in my mind, trying to come up with a picture of whatinspiredsex would look like. I think I know what he means, but I’d rather him show me. I mean, explain it to me.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
The smirk on his face makes mine turn a fuchsia pink. I bring the blanket up to cover my eyes, muffling my apology. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
But with a chuckle, he does. “My ex thought I was boring, and she turned into kind of a nutcase after a few weeks. I have no fucking clue why I even went along with dating her in the first place. We broke up yesterday.”
