Page 124 of Lost & Found

“You clearly need to eat,” he said, pulling out a chair.

“You think?”

“We can do both. Sit,” he commanded.

“You sit,” I shot back automatically.

A brow lifted. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

“I don’t know,” I countered. “Is it?”

“Do you have to fight me on everything?”

“Maybe,” I answered with a grin. “You know, I’m capable of dialing down for room service. I’m assuming you didn’t make it through dinner, considering how fast you came back. You want something?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You sure? Dessert?” I picked up the hotel phone and hit the restaurant button before he could answer.

“I had plans for dessert, but someone got in the way.”

I ignored that. Or tried to. Talking needed to happen before we slid back into teasing and pretending we hadn’t just crossed major lines. I walked over to the patio door and slid it open, then pulled the screen shut.

The sound of the ocean rolled in, steady and rhythmic. The fireplace crackled behind us. Warm light flickered across the walls. It was calming and the perfect backdrop. I took the seat across from him.

“I preferred you naked,” he said casually.

“That’s probably not a good idea.” I folded my hands in my lap to keep from fidgeting. “Things…are getting…”

He watched me struggle. “Confusing?” he offered.

“Yeah, you could say that. I guess it’s to be expected. You’re a very sexual being. Clearly you know your way around a woman’s body. What the hell did you do to me in there?” I jerked my head toward the bathroom door.

“G-spot orgasm? You’ve never had one?” He beamed, his chest puffed and everything.

I shook my head. “Yeah, because I have had so much sex in my life.”

“Sorry, I assumed you might have given yourself one before, because you’re a very sexual being,” he mimicked.

“You want to sleep on the floor tonight? If not, I suggest you be nice to me. I’m starving,” I said. “Not to mention exhausted, and my pussy is a little sore.”

I winced as I sat down.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You said not to stop.”

Guilt-filled puppy-dog eyes looked my way. I chuckled.

“I would have killed you if you did. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Is that what fucking feels like?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Depends on who you’re with. Most men don’t take the time to know what a woman’s body is capable of.”

My face heated under his stare, but I didn’t care. Who the hell else was I going to ask about this right now? Kinsley? She’d have me knocked up and giving birth right alongside her. Tori? She’d hem and haw.

Her brows would draw together, and worry lines would crease her forehead. She might be tempted to seek counsel from Marcel. They’d say I was rushing things. I was twenty-four years old. It was time for a little rushing.

A knock sounded, and I rose. He glared and said, “Sit your ass down. You are not answering the door. You’re not wearing a bra, for fuck’s sake.”

I went to argue, but realized he was right. He brought the tray over and set it down in front of me. I pulled the dome back and leaned in to inhale the deliciousness of the cheeseburger on the plate. I cut it in half and brought a chip to my mouth and savored it.