Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“I am, but my nerves just kicked into overdrive.” Instead of eating, she runs her palms up and down the legs of her pants, as if wiping off sweat. “I have something to tell you but I’m doing a terrible job spitting it out.”
I sit back, my legs spread wide under the table. Waiting. “I’m a rock, Scarlett. You can tell me anything.”
“Right,” she says slowly. “I just don’t want to disappoint you because I know the kind of girls you’re used to and it’s not the kind of girl I am.”
“I decide what kind of girls I’m used to.”
I have no idea what she’s trying to tell me, but I can tell it’s important and clamp my lips shut; I’m one step away from telling her I’m falling for her in the middle of a damn sandwich shop, just to calm her nerves, to take that worried look on her brow and turn it into a smile.
She looks both determined and panicked and like she might want to throw up, still fiddling with the edge of her napkin.
“I wouldn’t be telling you this if I didn’t like you, but I do want to have sex with you so I think you should know what you’re getting into.” She sighs nervously, crossing her hands in her lap. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“What is it? Do you have an STD?”
A nervous laugh bubbles out of her chest, erupting into a half laugh, half sob.
“Scarlett—are you pregnant?” Jesus Christ, please say no.
Another laugh, this one louder. “Would you stop? No, I do not have an STD, and no I’m not pregnant. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Sooo many things.”
Scarlett takes a deep breath, voice low.
I watch her—the way she’s avoiding my eyes, and the ruddy tint of her cheeks…
“Scarlett, are you a virgin?” I ask it slowly—carefully—setting my sandwich back on my plate. Rest my hands on the table and wait.
How is she a virgin?
She’s beautiful and clever and chatty. Smart, with a sassy mouth on her. Slightly perverted—a total bonus. Says what’s on her mind and doesn’t bullshit anybody. And when she looks at me, whatever shit I’m dealing with? It disappears.
All I want to do is be with her.
I couldn’t care less if she’s a virgin or not—I’d still want to fuck her seven ways from Sunday.
In fact, it’s fucking awesome.
Scarlett’s eyes are downcast as she spoons soup past her puckered lips, the blush on her cheeks more prominent because of her white shirt.
“Are you?” My voice is almost at a whisper, affording us more privacy, but I lean closer so she can hear me. “Is that why you didn’t want to have sex the other night?”
She fidgets with her napkin. “It might be.”
I can feel my expression softening. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because we were just making out. I didn’t think it would be that…crazy. I didn’t think I would want to so fast.”
“That kiss was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.” It made my fucking toes curl—makes them curl now just thinking about it.
She stills. “It was?”
“Yes. My fucking mouth was tingling all night after that kiss.”
“Mine too.”
“And I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to, but I won’t lie and say it didn’t kill me to stop.” I run a hand through my hair. “You…”
Her eyes dart around the restaurant, checking to make sure no one idles nearby. Mouth puckers, sipping the soup off her spoon, and the round little O has me staring stupidly.
“I what?”
“Never mind.”
The last thing I want to do is start word-vomiting poetic bullshit at her. Not now. Not yet.
Everything that comes out of Scarlett’s sexy mouth has me squirming in my seat.
“I can be your sex camel,” I joke.
“My what?”
“It’s not ideal, but I could probably go a really long time before we have sex without dying, like a camel can go without water.”
“Oh my god Sterling.” She laughs. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t want to wait—I’ve waited long enough. What I’m asking you is…are you okay with the fact that I’ve never slept with anyone before?”
I’ve never been anyone’s first before. The idea gets me excited.
“Why would I be disappointed no one has thrown their dick inside you before?” Is she being serious?
I also sit and wonder about what it will be like breaking someone’s hymen. Shit, that’s what it’s called right?
“You know I wouldn’t have any idea what I was fucking doing, right?” Do I handle her with kid gloves or just go at it?
“Don’t sit there and tell me with a straight face that you’re a virgin, too.” She snickers. “Because I’ve heard a few stories about you through the grapevine.”
“God no, I’m not a virgin.” I scoff. “But I’ve never, you know—had sex with one either.” How does that even work? “What if I fuck it up?”