Page 36 of Razor
“You definitely look at things from a different standpoint than I do,” she said, shaking her head.
“What do you mean?”
“I never think of my folks having….” Her volume dropped to a whisper after the hesitation. “Sex.”
“Do you enjoy making love?”
“It’s okay. Well, with you it was—unlike anything I’d even dreamed of experiencing.”
“We’re an explosive combination,” Razor agreed and loved her pink cheeks as she nodded with a secret smile.
“We are,” she whispered, wiggling on the seat.
Razor stabilized her leg so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Her expressive face filled with a delicious fraction of the passion he’d noted during their previous play, and he suspected she relived an exciting moment in her mind. He waited until she glanced up at him, enjoying the heat lingering in her eyes.
“Okay isn’t an acceptable word to describe sex, Honey. I’m sorry your lovers have lacked the skills to please you.”
She shrugged and leaned back against the seat. “I’m sure I was to blame for some of the lack of fire. My boyfriend left when I got my diagnosis. He researched the progression of MS and vamoosed.”
Her eyes widened at the string of curses that flew from Razor’s mouth. Honey smiled at him and said, “It would have been worse for him to stick around and grow to hate me when I became a burden. The future scares me as well. I just don’t have a choice. He did.”
Razor struggled to control the fury building inside him. How could any man abandon someone as precious as Honey at such a scary time? Her ex hadn’t truly loved her.
“You are not to blame for his incompetence. Making love to you is a delight. That was an asshole move on his part to leave,” Razor growled. The man deserved to face some physical challenges of his own. Perhaps karma needed to visit him sooner rather than later. “What’s his name?”
“He wasn’t a Daddy. Simply a casual boyfriend. Let it go, Razor. I have.”
He studied her face for a few seconds. “Still a complete asshole move.”
“I’ll agree to make you happy. He could have handled everything better, but looking back now, he made the right decision.”
“Two burgers with fries,” Olivia, their server, announced, interrupting the conversation.
Razor changed the subject when Olivia returned to the kitchen. “Ketchup for your fries?”
Honey shifted her fries over to create a blank space for him to squirt the bottle. “Yes, please.”
“You don’t like foods to touch?” he asked while he created a puddle for dipping.
“Oh, I’m not picky, but the fries get mushy if they’re coated.”
“So, I shouldn’t squeeze ketchup all over mine?” Razor waved the container over his plate in a zigzagging pattern.
Honey appeared horrified at the idea. “The fries always look like someone has murdered them. And your fingers get yucky.”
“Murdered, huh?” He chuckled at the visual of ketchup blood over his hands that popped into his mind. “I guess taking care of fries now falls under my Hippocratic Oath to do no harm.”
“Definitely,” she said, nodding eagerly.
“Eat, Little girl. You need nutrients to heal,” Razor ordered, and his lips quirked up in an amused smile. Honey enchanted him.
They enjoyed their meals in companionable silence for a few minutes. When she glanced at him several times in a row without saying anything, he guessed she wanted to ask him something.
“What are you thinking about, Honey?”
“On a scale of one to ten, how important is sex to you?” she blurted. Unfortunately, at that moment, a slight pause in the music happened just as she said sex. The heads of a lot of diners around them turned to stare at her. Honey slid lower on the booth’s seat and gasped when she jostled her ankle.
Razor resettled her foot and reapplied the cold pack as he waited to answer until the music flowed around them once again. He leaned toward her and said, “I like making love, Honey. But it’s best with the right person and when we both can enjoy it. Are you worried that your health will affect our sex life?”
