Page 32 of The Player I Can’t Pick

Her eyebrows rise. “You want to talk? Now?”

I brush a stray hair off her face. “Have you done this before?”

CHAPTER 12

NICOLE

My cheeks heat, and I sit up in the bed to glare at him. “Are you asking if I’ve had sex before or if I’ve ever had an orgasm with a man before? Is my inexperience that obvious?”

Guy puts his hand on my shoulder. “I’m just trying to take care of you, Nicole.”

I huff out a breath and fall back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. I’m embarrassed, but I also know he isn’t trying to make me feel that way. If anything, he looks concerned. “I had sex one time my senior year of high school, but it wasn’t memorable at all.” I turn my head to look at him. “And until tonight, a man has never given me an orgasm.”

Guy blows out a slow breath. His jaw tightens, and for a second, he looks like he’s trying to get himself under control.

I shake my head. “So help me, Guy Brody, if you tell me we can’t do this…”

He squeezes my arm and then lets go. “No, I’m not saying that at all. I want you too much.”

I prop my head on my hand. “Your turn. Are we going to talk about your sexual history now?”

He cups my face, and the way he looks at me makes my stomach flip.

“I have a feeling that after tonight, I won’t be able to remember one woman before you.”

I roll my eyes even though my chest warms. “You’re smooth, Brody.”

He rolls away from me and reaches down for his jeans on the floor. When he pulls a condom from his wallet, I look from the little square package to his face. “I would think you’d have a box of those in your nightstand.”

I hate the insecurity that creeps into my voice. Guy must hear it because he immediately moves over me, bracing himself above me.

“You’re the first woman I’ve brought to my house.”

My eyebrows shoot up. There’s no way. Guy Brody has been photographed with some of the most beautiful women in the world and he’s telling me none of them have been here?

I reach for the condom in his hand. “Can I help you with that? I want to touch you, Guy.”

His fingers tighten around the wrapper. “And I want you to touch me, but not right now. I’ll come in your hand, and I want to be inside you when that happens.”

My entire body heats. He doesn’t give me time to respond before tearing open the wrapper. I watch him roll the condom over himself, and my eyes widen. There is absolutely no hiding my reaction. He’s big, and I’m not exactly sure how he’s going to fit.

Guy settles between my thighs but keeps his weight off me. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I will.”

He kisses me as he guides himself to my entrance. The first stretch has my whole body tensing, and he stops immediately. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

He doesn’t move. “Use your words.”

“Yes. I’m okay. Just go slow.”

His voice is strained. “I’ve got you.”

He moves slowly, watching my face the whole time. My fingers grip his arms, and every time I tense, he stops and waits for me.

By the time he’s completely inside me, my eyes are squeezed shut, and I’m trying to breathe through the overwhelming fullness.