“I’m sorry.” I stand, my wine glass empty, and walk stiffly to the kitchenette to get the bottle. “I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
I fill my own glass and take the bottle back to the couch to hand it to Carson.
I take my seat again. “Would you rather talk about sex?”
His hand jerks, spilling pinot noir onto his jeans. “Jesus!”
“Oops.” I jump up and scoot over to grab a towel. I jog back and start patting it on his thigh. His massive hockey quadriceps that could crush me like a… Never mind.
He grabs the towel from me and presses it to the wet denim.
“Sorry.” I sit again. “I was trying to change the subject.”
His mouth puckers and I think he’s trying not to smile. “I got that.”
“What sex act have you always wanted to try that we never did?”
The smile breaks free. “We tried everything, Ayla.”
Heat unfurls in my belly and spreads through my torso. We did try a lot of things. “We couldn’t have triedeverything,” I argue. “We never had a threesome.”
Now Carson chokes on his wine. “Jesus, Ayla.”
This wine might be making me a little loose. “Oh, wait. You might have had a threesome before we met. I hear a lot of hockey players are into group sex.”
His jaw sags as he stares at me. “Well…”
“Oh my God! You did!”
He looks at the ceiling.
“Was it with other players?” Now I’m a little gobsmacked.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Wow.” I shake my head. “I never knew that.” I pause. “Have you ever made a sex tape?”
He closes his eyes. “No.”
“I remember you wanted to.”
His eyes stay closed, the expression on his face suggesting he’s suddenly experiencing a severe dental infection.
Yes. I remember he wanted to. He thought it would be hot to watch it together. I was too shy. I kind of regret that now.
I think about sex with Carson a lot. It was… well, there aren’t words for it.Hotseems inadequate.Amazingis even insufficient.
Shit. Now I’m getting a warm, twisty feeling in my stomach. This was a mistake.
“I should go to bed.” I stand abruptly. “Oh wait. Thisismy bed.”
“This is not your bed.” He stands, too, his shoulders a little hunched. “I said I’ll sleep here.”
I sweep a hand toward the couch. “Are you kidding? Your knees will hang over the end.” I huff out a gusty sigh. “I’ll go get ready for bed.”
I scurry over to my suitcase to pull out my pajamas then dart into the bathroom and close the door.Yikes.
This was definitely a bad idea. What was I thinking? First, I mess up by trying to talk to Carson about Kane. Then I try to change the subject and embarrass both of us.Good work, Ayla.
