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“After you.” I hold the door open for her.
She nods a thank you and steps outside.
And I’m walking quiet, prim Quinn Thorn to a coffee date.
I’m trying to figure out exactly how to word my yes.
Chapter Five
Quinn
Wes holds his hands over his eyes. “Your head okay?”
“Huh?”
“After the party.”
“Oh. Right.” I copy his gesture. It’s a beautiful summer day, but the big lemon sun is far too bright. My eyes are still screaming. “It’s felt better.”
“You want anything for it?”
“No. I took an ibuprofen earlier.” I press my palms together. “But thanks.”
“Sure thing.” He smiles as he slides on his dark sunglasses.
They’re classic black things that make him look like a movie star.
He really is cute.
No, cute doesn’t cut it. Even with the oodles of boyish charm, Wes is hot, plain and simple.
He has his pick of women.
Experienced, skilled women.
God, I hope everything I hear about men and virgins is true.
If he says no…
“After you.” He motions to the coffee shop on our right then pulls the door open for me.
“Thanks.”
It’s a hip place. Black line art. Modern chairs. Chalkboard menu with five items.
I order—iced tea for me, cold brew for him—and sit at the table in the corner.
He sits next to me.
His jeans brush my bare skin.
The soft touch makes my stomach flutter.
I’m not exactly calm and collected most of the time, but with Wes, I’m always tripping over my tongue.
He’s just so…
Hot.
Experienced.
Funny.
Cool.
Sexy.
God, I’m so out of my league here.
“So…” His eyes meet mine.
“So…” I guess I have to come out and say it. Again. “I, uh…”
“People say things when they’re drunk sometimes.”
I nod.
“If that’s what happened, I get it. I’m not going to like it, but I will get it.”
“You mean—”
“Yeah.”
I swallow hard. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I study his expression, but it doesn’t offer a clue.
I guess there’s no beating around the bush here.
I said it once.
I can say it again. “You want to?”
His blue eyes light up. “I want to what?”
Deep breath.
Steady exhale.
Here goes nothing. “Well, Wes, the thing is, it’s not just one time. I mean, if that’s all you want, that’s okay. But I don’t just want to check that box. I want to learn how to do this. I want you to teach me.”
Chapter Six
Wes
Thank fuck for elastic or these jeans would be torture.
As it is, they’re awfully tight.
I blink twice.
Pinch myself.
There’s no way this is real life.
I fell asleep in my chair.
I’m currently having a sex dream.
We’re about to tear off our clothes and go right here.
God damn, what’s she wearing under that adorable outfit?
Something as white and innocent as her dress?
Or something as sexy as those red sandals?
“Wes?” Her voice is soft. Nervous.
“Say that again?” I take a long sip of my coffee. It’s ice cold, but it doesn’t lower my temperature.
It fills my head—this big, beautiful image of Quinn spread out on my bed.
There isn’t room for anything else.
Certainly nothing coherent.
My brain is screaming Quinn Thorn naked.
“I, um, it’s not just that I want to lose my virginity.” Her throat quivers as she swallows. “I want to learn how to do this.”
“This?”
“Sex.” Her cheeks flush. “All of it.”
“How much all of it?”
“Well…” She twirls an auburn strand around her finger. “However much you’re willing to teach me.”
“Fucking?”
Her nod is nervous.
“Hand jobs?”
Her cheeks flush.
“Sucking cock?”
“Yeah.” Her blush deepens.
Fuck, that blush is adorable.
I want to tease her until she’s beet red.
I want to tease her all day, every day forever.
“Wes?” Her fingers curl around her iced tea. Her eyes stay big and surprised.
“Yeah?” Fuck, I know we’re talking about something, but it’s hard to grasp words at the moment.
I’m not lacking female attention. Or sexual partners. Or virgins, even.
But there’s a big difference between a random woman who wants to screw the hot tattoo artist and Quinn.
Yeah, this might not be about me.
It might be the muscles and the tattoos and the manwhore reputation.
But she’s Quinn.
“Is that okay?” she asks.
“Is it okay that you want me to teach you how to suck cock?”
The guy sitting at the table across from ours shoots us a dirty look.
Quinn clears her throat.
“Do I have your question right?” I ask.
“Yes.” She folds her hands in her lap. “You can say no.”
Jesus Christ. Why in the world would I say no?
My head tries to jump in. To tell me this is a bad idea. That it will be too hard keeping things casual with Quinn.
My cock pushes it out of the driver’s seat.
It won’t forgive me if I say no.
Still.
I need to find some hint of sense. “Anal?”
Her eyes go wide. “Um… maybe.”
“Bondage?”
She clears her throat. “Is that something you’re into?”
“I’m not against it.”
“Which way?”
“Either way.”
“No, um, I don’t think so.” She takes another sip of her iced tea. Swallows hard.
“Sixty-nine?”
Her eyes bulge out of her head. “Are you going to keep listing things?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“You’re into school, right?”
