Page 44 of Torrid Passion
“I assume you’re not a virgin?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I most likely don’t have as much experience as the women you—”
“Hey,” I interrupt. “Forget about those other women. You’re the only one that matters. As for your so-called inexperience, I’m in no rush, Kyla. I want to take my time discovering every part of you.”
“What if I can’t keep up?” she works her lower lip.
“What if you blow my fucking mind?” she flashes me a wicked smile. “This is a two-way street, gorgeous. We do this together. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“I know I’m a big guy. We’ll take it slow. Anything hurts, you tell me and everything stops.”
“Okay,” she nods.
“How do I make you lose your mind?”
“Just being here with you is threatening to make me lose my mind.”
I laugh.
“Seriously. What do you like? What do you need?”
“I was hoping you might help me figure it out.” One minute she’s a vixen, the next, she’s a shy little lamb.
“I will, gorgeous, but give me something to go by.”
“I don’t even know if I should reveal this.”
“Try me. I won’t judge.”
“Everything about my life has always been pre-set. Expected. Planned. Sometimes, too predictable. It’s a blessing, but it’s also a curse…” she hesitates.
“I’m listening,” I coax.
“I can’t even believe I’m admitting to this,” she averts her gaze.
“Isn’t it just the two of us?”
Her eyes meet mine. “It is.”
“It’s not as if you’re revealing your deep dark secrets in front of a televised audience. You’re confessing your fantasies––even the kinkiest ones––to your fake boyfriend,” I tease.
“Okay,” she nods. “I’d love to know what it’s like to relinquish control,” she admits. “Surrender.”
Fuck me.
“Maybe I’m not expressing myself well,” she quickly adds.
“You are. I can give you that.”In spades.“What else?”
“I know nice. I want to know what’s on the flip side of nice.”Right up my alley.
“Do you play with yourself?”
She stares at me for a beat and then nods.
Goddammit.
