Page 14 of Imperfections Seduced
“Very funny, Cat, very funny.”
I tilt my head to the side and smile at him. He puts his hand over mine, and I suddenly realize the mistake I made by touching him. There they are, those enchanting smoky gray eyes that change to an unusual clear grayish-blue, staring down at me as if he can see right through me. No one should have eyes like this. They will make any girl drop her panties.
“I wonder how funny it would still be if I leaned over and gave you a long, slow hard kiss on those pretty lips.”
I feel butterflies in the bottom of my stomach, swirling so fast I can barely breathe. I snatch my hand from underneath his hand and look away.
“There was no conversation beforehand, it happened naturally. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to, she said yes, and that was that.”
“Was she a virgin too?”
“Yeah, we were two virgins who weren’t sure what the hell we were doing, but we did use protection.”
“At least you knew enough to use protection.”
“My father’s sex ed conversation was ‘don’t come back with anything you didn’t leave with, especially a baby.’”
“Well, that does sound like your father.” Nick’s father was always straight and to the point; if he liked you, you knew it; if he didn’t, you knew it too.
“What about you, what was your first time like?”
“Is it my turn to share already?”
“Yes, how old were you?”
“I was late to the party. I was almost eighteen.”
“Really, I wouldn’t have thought that.”
“What, do you think I was sleeping around? I was a good girl, my brothers would have kicked my assandthe guy’s.”
“I know that, and I know you were a good girl. I thought you would have been a little older, so don’t get all worked up.”
“I’m not. Like Samantha, it happened at my house when no one was home.”
“Weren’t you scared someone would come home?”
“No, I knew no one would be home for hours, but it was still in the back of my mind. It wasn’t planned—he wasn’t even a boyfriend. I never really had a boyfriend. I had lots of dates but not a real boyfriend.”
“He was some random guy you were dating?”
“No, we weren’t even dating; he was more of my brother’s friend. He was nice, and I thought he was cute.”
His eyes widen. “Which brother’s friend was it?” he demanded.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes! You shouldn’t have been having sex or anything else with any of your brothers’ friends! They were way too old for you. They all knew if they laid a hand on you they were going to get their ass beaten.”
It’s amazing how those eyes can turn from steamy and sexy to outraged within seconds. He’s not even yelling, and I can feel the anger rising off him like fog on a bleak, stormy night. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. It was years ago, and he didn’t force me to do anything. I’m the one who wanted to lose my virginity.”
“Why?”
I shrug my shoulders and think about it for a second. “At the time, everyone was talking about how great sex was. This might seem silly to you, but I wanted to experiencewhat everyone was talking about. I felt I was ready and mature enough to handle the situation, and I didn’t want to wait for a boyfriend that I never had or that so-called special one.”
You were the special one, but you weren’t going to lay a hand on me. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he’s thinking about what I said and I know he’s going to want to know who this guy was.
“Were you ready?”
