Page 70 of The Love Penalty
I nod, grabbing it out of my drawer. She slips out of her jeans and sweater, throwing my T-shirt on over her underwear. It falls to her upper thighs, and my mouth pools with water. She’s so fucking sexy, and I want to experience her body in all the ways.
And I think she does, too, which is why I have to ask.
Her smile is sweet and oblivious as she brushes past me and walks into the bathroom.
I listen to her pee, then flush… and as she’s washing her hands, I tap my knuckle on the door.
“Can I come in for a sec?”
“Sure.”
The first thing I see is her pretty reflection in the mirror. She smiles at me, then asks if she can use my spare toothbrush. I grab one out of the cupboard, tearing open the packaging for her, then standing behind her as she brushes her teeth. Every time she bends over, her ass bumps into my hip, and the burning question grows bigger in my mind.
If I don’t ask now, my brain is going to explode.
“Hey, um, can I ask you something that could potentially lead to an awkward conversation?”
She frowns into the mirror, then spits out her mouthful of toothpaste and eyes up my reflection. “O-kay.”
“Do you trust me?” I rest my hand on the side of her waist while she wipes her mouth with the hand towel.
The toothbrush rattles as she places it in the cup holding mine, then nods. “Yeah, I do.”
Fucking best answer in the world.
I smile, lightly kissing her neck before threading my arm around her waist. “What’s your favorite position for sex?”
“Oh, a sex conversation. Right. Those can be awkward.” She narrows her eyes at me, her lips rising up on the left. I love the way they do that. It’s a playful smirk that makes my heart squeeze like it never has before. “Um… I’m not sure. Why, did you have something you wanted to try?”
She swallows, and my throat is getting thick, too, but I’ve started this now, so…
“I just noticed that you’ve been avoiding sex from behind, which is totally okay after what you went through.”
She stiffens, her nostrils flaring like she wants to bail on this thing immediately. And I have to accept it if she does, but…
“Did you used to enjoy it?”
Her lips purse, then drop into a frown, her forehead wrinkling as she lines up my soap dispenser perfectly with the faucet.
“You don’t have to answer if this is too much. I just… I’ve been thinking about it because I know that some women really like it. It feels different and good and… and if you never want to do that… it’s totally fine. I just don’t want you being robbed of something that’s enjoyable. You deserve all kinds of pleasure, and I want to give that to you.”
She blinks a few times, then looks up, studying my reflection in the mirror. I catch her eye, holding her gaze while my heart beats in triple time.
“Do you like that position?”
I can’t help a smirking grin. “Baby, I like all positions. I will enjoy your body any way you’ll let me.”
She smiles, running her fingers through the hair on my forearms.
I nestle my chin on her shoulder. “I’m just saying, if you ever want to try it with me… I’ll make sure it’s good and fun and safe.”
Nuzzling my nose into her neck, I brush my lips across her soft skin, then step back to let her go. That conversation went well. She stayed calm, and I’ve given her something to think about.
My hand is just gliding across her stomach when she snatches my wrist and whispers, “Okay.”
I pause, checking her face in the mirror. “Okay?”
“Yeah, let’s try it.”