Page 36 of Protecting Her Secrets

Her hands move to the waistband of my pants, but I don’t want our first time back together to be on my couch, so I gently guide her hand to my shoulder and stand with her in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Need you in my bed, baby.” My voice is at least two octaves deeper and sounds needy as fuck.

“I can walk, you know.”

“I know you can, but just be patient with me for a while. I didn’t even allow myself to dream we would have a second chance, but here you are, so excuse me for wanting to keep you as close as possible.”

She tightens her hold around my neck and kisses me long and hard. “Then you better carry me to bed, mountain man.”

I jog up the stairs, kicking my bedroom door shut in case Sprocket decides to come up. He’s pretty independent, but the things I plan on doing to this woman will hopefully have her screaming my name, and that’s bound to make him investigate.

“Shirt off, Sunny,” I demand.

She tugs it out from under my hold, and my palms meet bare ass cheeks. With no change of underthings, she has had to go bare. Fuck, that’s hot. My mouth waters at the sight of her tits, wanting to taste her rosy nipples and feel her soft flesh under my palm.

I lower her to her feet and strip before giving her ass a slap and climbing on the bed. “Sit on my face and let me eat you through your first orgasm.”

“Walker,” she protests, her cheeks and chest pinking.

She wasn’t shy just days ago, so why is this different? The conversation we had about what Klutch has been doing to her comes back to me, and I could kick my own ass for not being understanding. She might have hang-ups I don’t know about, and the last thing I want to do is trigger her.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t think that sex might be hard for you.” I toss a blanket over my lap.

She angles herself away from me and crosses her arms over her tits. “It’s not that. I’m nothing if not good at compartmentalizing, which may or may not be a bad thing, but I just. . . I don’t know. Your confidence is intimidating.”

“Confidence?”

“You have no problem blurting things out and telling me exactly what you want. Things were never like that with us before.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. What do I say to that without sounding like a man-whore? The last thing I want to do is bring up the years of fucking other women that have taught me what I do and don’t like, what kinks I have or don’t have, and how all of that made me a better lover. I doubt she’ll look at it like she’s reaping the reward of past experiences.

“I think we’ve both learned from our experiences over the years,” I say, hopefully diplomatically.

“That’s just it. You’ve clearly made your rounds while I’ve only had sex with two men.”

I shake my head. “What you described with Klutch wasn’t sex. He doesn’t count.”

“Then that just leaves you.”

“Why is this a problem today and not a couple days ago when I ate you out?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know. A couple days ago, I was certain we only had that one time, but now, things are different. If this is long term?—”

“Forever.”

“What?” Her cute little nose wrinkles.

“I’m not planning on long term.” I throw my legs off the side of the bed and pull her to me. My half-hard cock makes a reappearance, but if she’s completely bared to me, it’s only fair. “I’m planning on forever.”

That earns me a small smile. “Okay then, forever. Which is honestly worse because you’re obviously a sex god now, and I’m still. . . me.”

“Sex god?” I chuckle, palming her ass. “You’re ridiculous.”

She makes a sound of frustration. “I’m not this person. I’m the daughter of a motorcycle club president; I was born sassy and confident. But sex has been the last thing on my priority list, and now I feel inadequate or something.”

“There’s only one way to solve this problem.”

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