He’d just gone into the bathroom to ditch his condom. The one he’d taken from the nightstand drawer right before he truly gave her what had to be the fucking of a lifetime. She could still feel him in her. Her legs clamped together.
“I get checked out regularly,” he told her. “I don’t regularly have sex without a condom. In fact, you’re the first lover I’ve ever been bareback with.”
“I get checked out, too. I’m all about those regular doctor’s visits, but you don’t have to worry, either, because?—”
“Because you’re a virgin? Yeah, I fucking got that clue.”
She sat up in the bed. Pressed the sheet a little tighter to her chest. “You seem mad.” He did. “Why do you seem mad?”
“Because I’m not the guy you save yourself for!”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”
“You save yourself for some idiot white knight. For some prick who is gonna get down on one knee and vow to love you forever. You don’t save yourself for the villain. You don’t do that. You don’t offer him heaven when you know he’s going straight back to hell.”
Sloane rolled back her shoulders. “A lot to unpack there...”
He slapped his hands down on the bed. “Why did you let me be the first? Why did you want me to be first?”
“So, let’s back up a bit. I do actually have some sexual experience. Not loads, granted. And not experience with the actual sex act.”
“Obviously.” A snarl. “Something that would have been exceedingly helpful to know beforehand.”
Why? The end result would have been the same. Incredible pleasure. Besides, had she asked him for a whole sexual resume? “Aren’t guys supposed to like this? Aren’t you supposed to get some primitive, territorial high or something?” She’d read a paper about this very thing while she’d been doing grad work.
A rumble—a growl—came from him. Certainly sounded pretty primitive to her.
What was the big deal? “Look, if it makes you feel better, I’ve had orgasms before.”
Another growl.
“I’ve been intimate with other men.” What did he want? Details? “I’ve had guys finger me before. I’ve had boyfriends who put their mouths?—”
“Not helping.” His hands flew to her shoulders as he lunged over the bed. Over her. “Now you just have me wanting to hunt down the bastards and kick their asses.”
Her eyes went wide. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Come on.” His fingers flexed against her. “You’re the one with the background in psychology. You’re the one who just talked about being primitive. Tell me, Sloane, why do you think I’d want to break the hand of every man who’d touched you? Especially the fingers that dipped between your thighs. Break them.”
Sloane could not look away from his glittering, green stare. “Jealousy?” He was actually jealous? Of her exes?
Jaw locked, Preston nodded. He also let her go. Went back to looming by the side of the bed.
Her head cocked as she angled more toward him. Squinting, Sloane asked, “You get that they are exes for a reason, don’t you? If they’d been fantastic, we’d still be together.”
Another growl.
“You are very growly tonight,” she pointed out.
“You are very much virginy tonight!”
That wasn’t a word. She had to smile. “Not anymore.”
“Sloane!”
He was truly upset. Interesting. “You have some aversion to virgins?” It would have been helpful if he’d mentioned that bit before.
“I have an aversion to hurting you. If you’d told me, I could have used more care. I could have made sure that you were good and ready downstairs?—”
