“Huh. Well, I mean, we can,” he said, “if you really want to.”
She nailed him with a look, cocking her head to the side, her lips finally tilting up. “You’re teasin’ me.”
He laughed. “Maybe.”
“We’re havin’ sex tonight,” she grumbled.
“Lord, I hope so. I been waitin’ to feel you under me for years, darlin’.”
She sucked in a hiss of breath, pressing her palms to her cheeks. “How can you say things like that out loud?”
He took a step toward her. “Like what? Like ‘I want to see what your face looks like when I slide into you’?”
Her eyes darkened and her breath became audible.
He took another step forward. “Like ‘I want to hear what sounds you make when you come’?”
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she stared up at him.
He took another step forward, placing his fisted hands on the desk and leaning toward her. “Like ‘I want to know how it feels to fall asleep with your naked body pressed up against mine’?”
“Cain,” she whispered, licking her lips and pursing them together.
“What, baby?” he purred. “What?”
“What if I’m no good at it?” she burst out, her voice a desperate whimper.
He straightened up, staring at her in confusion. “Wait, what?”
She gulped, standing up and putting her knuckles on the desktop as he had a moment ago. “What if it’s not good? What if . . .” She lowered her voice. “What if I’m not good?”
“At sex?” he clarified.
She nodded. “You’ve been with so many women. I mean, they all knew what they were doin’, and I’m just . . . I’m . . .”
“Oh, baby,” he sighed, moving quickly around the desk and pulling her into his arms. “You’ve been worryin’ about this? About . . . disappointin’ me?”
“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes wide and uncertain. “I want . . . I want it to be good for you. For us.”
He put his hand on the back of her head and guided it to his shoulder, then clenched his jaw, his eyes, trying to calm the raging feelings that the cage of his chest didn’t feel large enough to contain. She was worried she wouldn’t please him. Fuck. He didn’t deserve her.
“Princess, you know why tonight is goin’ to be good?”
“Why?” she asked, her voice small.
“Because you’re not the only one in uncharted territory.” He opened his eyes, looking at the blonde strands of her hair under his hand. “I’ve been with a lot of women, that’s true. But I’ve never made love to anyone.” She didn’t say anything. “And as far as I can tell, neither have you.” His heart pounded as if it belonged to some teenage kid following a girl down to her basement to make out for the first time. “Whatever happens tonight, it’s goin’ to be good because I love you. And because you love me. And it won’t just be havin’ sex. It’ll be a lot more’n that.”
She took a deep breath, her chest expanding, her breasts pushing into him, and he felt his blood race south to his cock.
“You know why else it’s goin’ to be good?” he growled.
“Why?” She was breathless now but more confident. His words were making sense to her, and it made him happy.
“Because you’re wet right now. And I’m hard.”
She gasped, turning her face toward his neck, her lips dragging against his skin. He swallowed, blinking his eyes, trying not to be pulled under by the sweetness of her touch.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” he asked.
“Yes, y-you’re right,” she panted softly.
He slid his hand from her hair down her back to her hips, changing course to the waistband of her jeans and slipping one hand inside the front, under her panties, until he felt the soft, trimmed hair that covered her cunt. His palm lay flush against the hair, firmly covering her sex.
“And if I touched you . . . right there . . . right now . . . you’d come for me quick, darlin’.”
Her breath was shallow and ragged as she arched into him. “Y-yes. Yes, I would.”
He slipped his hand out of her jeans and took a step back, placing his other hand on her shoulder to steady her from lurching forward.
“Huh?” she whimpered, her eyes popping open, her mouth gaping.
“Tonight’s goin’ to be just fine,” he said. “Stop worryin’.”
Then he adjusted his pants, winked at her, and left the office.
***
Three hours later, sitting beside him in her car on the way to his place, Ginger couldn’t help wanting a little revenge for the way he’d left her hot and aching, though she couldn’t deny that he’d alleviated her worries. Or rather, he’d distracted her from them. Her body had been soaked and primed when he left her alone after teasing her, rotten bastard, and she’d had to go through the remainder of the workday so aroused, it almost hurt.
“I thought we could go to my place and order food,” he said. “I’m not much of a cook.”
She glanced at his profile. Too handsome. Gran was right. But all hers. Finally.