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Bean shot me a horrified look. “Your cholesterol!”
I snorted and shrugged. “Been lucky so far, and now I have you to save me from myself.”
“Darn right,” he muttered.
I swayed in and took his chin, kissing him soft and slow. “I understand this is a gift, and I appreciate it.”
“You’ve done enough for me. It’s the least I can do.”
“The least you can do?” I shook my head and kissed him again. “You have no idea what you’ve done for me, my darling.”
He swallowed heavily and looked like he wanted to ask me to elaborate, but I was glad he didn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back and I couldn’t lie to him. But the truth would probably ruin everything.
“So,” I said, letting him go. His face turned away, and I told myself that wasn’t disappointment I saw in his eyes. “What do you want my first solo meal for you to be?”
“An omelet.”
My gaze widened. “You trust me with that?”
“I have a busy schedule this week. Practice while we’re apart,” Bean said. “Make your friends your guinea pigs and impress me when you see me next.”
I was terrified, but I felt a sudden urge to meet the goal he was setting. I wanted to wow him. No, I wanted towoohim. I wanted to sweep him off his feet, reach his heart through his stomach, and destroy all his fears and reservations about sex through his dick.
“Done. And what about you?”
He set the lid on the couscous, turned the dial on the timer, then shifted to face me. “What about me?”
“Your list.”
His cheeks bloomed red. “Oh. That.”
“Yeah,” I leaned in, “that.”
He blew out a puff of air. “I’m too embarrassed to say it aloud. You want to have a look?” He pulled the book out of his pocket, and I took it, flipping to the back where he’d written it all down.
“Frotting—check. Blowjobs—you’ve nailed that,” I said with a wink, and he covered a laugh with his hand. “Anal?—”
“I know you said that it’s not, you know, totally important,” Bean said in a rush.“But I would like to try and see if I like it.”
“Of course.” I pressed the book into his hand and tugged him close. “But we don’t need to jump in with both feet. Let’s try fingers first. And maybe my mouth?”
“O-on me? There?”
I licked my lips. “If by there you mean me putting my tongue inside your ass, then yes, sweetheart. On you.There.”
He swallowed so hard I could hear it click in the back of his throat. “Oh, I…you’d…want that?”
“Yes.” God yes. “And you never have to do it back unless you’re absolutely ready. But I’d love to eat you out.”
“Oh…oh my. Oh.” He took a breath that shook his chest, and I was suddenly afraid I’d gone too far.
“We can take it off the table if you?—”
“I want that,” he said in a rush. “But I’m not…what if I’m not, you know. Empty.”
I snorted and leaned into him, kissing the fast-beating pulse on the side of his neck. “Let me worry about any potential messes.” I was pretty sure I could make it erotic enough for Bean so he’d stop worrying. We could plan better in the future. For now, I just wanted to make him feel good. “After dinner?”
“If you’re sure,” he murmured.