Page 138 of Unsuitable

“No. I just…you haven’t since…” I trail off, leaving the words I don’t want to say hanging. “And I haven’t in two years, and I was never exactly a porn star in bed before that.”

Laughter bursts from him.

Even though I love the sound, it’s pissing me off right now.

“Hey!” I slap him on the arm.

“Sorry.” He gives me a sober laugh.

Then, he brushes his lips over mine. I keep them stubbornly closed for about two seconds before caving and kissing him back.

“This…you and me, together…is incredible. I’ve never known anything like what I just felt with you.”

I want to ask, Not even with Haley?

But I don’t want to bring her up and kill the mood, so I say nothing.

He must read something in my eyes because he says, “Haley and I were just kids. Sure, she wasn’t my first. I’d lost my virginity when I was fourteen with a girl who was a few years older than me, and I’d slept with a few girls that year before Haley and I got together. So, yeah, I had a little experience, but we were still young and didn’t have a clue what we were doing. I still don’t. And I should be the one worrying if I was good enough for you. I’ve never been in bed with a woman before you, Daisy.” His hand caresses my hip.

“Trust me”—I lift my head and brush my lips over his—“you definitely know what you’re doing.”

“I guess all those years of watching porn have finally paid off.”

It’s my turn to have laughter burst from me.

Kas wraps his arms around me and kisses me. “Let me just go clean up, and I’ll be back.” He brushes his nose over mine before kissing the tip of it, and then he pulls out of me.

I wince a little at the soreness, but I hate the loss of him inside me more.

“Could you bring me a cloth to clean up?” I ask.

“Sure.”

I watch him walk to the bathroom and sigh. He has a great butt. Really tight and firm. And those shoulders…drool.

Kas disappears inside. I hear running water. He’s not gone for long before he’s coming back with a washcloth in his hand.

I reach to take it from him, but he moves his hand away.

“Let me.” He presses the warm, damp cloth between my legs, gently cleaning me.

I watch him, amazed at the depths of my feelings for this man I referred to as Kas-hole.

“The first time I met you…I never thought we’d be here.”

He stops cleaning me and looks at me with tender eyes. “I’m glad we are.”

“Yeah, me, too,” I whisper as my heart bumps clumsily around in my chest.

“All clean?” He checks.

I nod.

He takes the cloth back to the bathroom. I climb in under the duvet. Kas returns and climbs into bed beside me. He wraps me in his arms, so we’re face-to-face.

He softly kisses me. I press my hand to his chest, touching his scars. I feel him tense.

“I don’t see them,” I whisper. “I don’t look at you and those scars independently. I just see you.”