Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,43

turning his gaze back up to me. “I want to make you happy. And I don’t want you to ever hold back.” He pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses it tenderly. “I want to know everything.”

I hem and haw for a second, because the moment his lips met my hand, I felt that spark of electricity shoot up my arm. I contemplate what he says for a second. He’s right. I should be able to tell him these things if we’re going to have a relationship. I think there’s something about the church culture that sees sex as a taboo thing to speak about, despite that everyone is a product of sex. Clearly, some of that has rubbed off on me, because despite what I think, I do feel a little uncomfortable.

“So, you’ve had sex before?”

I glance back at him and nod.

He stares, as if he wants more information, but his hand tightens around mine a little.

“A few times.”

His face tenses, and he grips the edge of the table with his free hand. He then sees that I notice, and does his best to relax.

“I don’t have to…”

“Yes, you do. Thinking of you with another man is painful, but I want to know.”

I shrug. “It was a long time ago, and I didn’t enjoy it very much. It was always over pretty fast. I just did it because he wanted to, and it’s like, that’s what you do when you’re in your early twenties.”

Rick nods. “Okay, well, tell me what you like, or what you think you’d like.”

I shake my head. “I have no idea, to be honest.”

Rick grins, a devilish little smirk. “You never watch porn, fantasize about things?”

I must blush again because this time he laughs, and I think he enjoys making me uncomfortable, but truth be told, I don’t mind it so much. I love how open he wants to be. I think it’s healthy.

His voice goes into a playful, mocking tone. “I’m not that innocent, remember, Britney Spears? That was a direct quote.” He points at me.

I laugh this time.

“There she is. What, pull your hair? Like being spanked?” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

“You’re the worst.” My shoulders bounce as I laugh.

His hand squeezes mine, and he looks me straight in the eyes. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

I nod. “Okay. I’d like that.”

He leans back and let’s go of my hand so I can eat and drink my coffee. His chair must swivel, because he starts circling back and forth, and he sings. “Mary shaved for me.”

“I’m going to kill you!” I can’t stop chuckling. “If something happened, I wanted to at least surprise you as much as you always surprise me.”

He dies laughing, then stands up, takes my bagel and coffee out of my hand, and bends down and kisses me the only way Rick Lawrence can kiss me. The kind of kiss that speeds my heart up and makes me dizzy. Immediately, I feel that ache between my legs, that need for his touch.

He smiles against my lips. “It made me happy. More than you know. That you wanted to do it for me. Thank you.”

I smile back against him. We stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment, then my phone pings with a text. I start to reach for it, but Rick blocks my hand.

“I have to warn you, I’m selfish.” He glares back at my phone. “I want all your attention for myself.” He kneels in front of me. His eyes stay locked on mine as he lifts my skirt, asking for permission with his stare.

I don’t stop him, because there’s no earthly way I will turn him down after what he did last night, ever. Breakfast is an afterthought now.

His hands make their way up my legs, then rest on my inner thighs. I have to fight the urge to shove my hips at him, because I want him more than ever, again.

He just teases me, though, brushing his hand along the edges of my panties, then in a sudden, forceful movement, he cups me in his palm.

My eyes roll up to the ceiling, then land back on him. He’s staring up at me as if he could devour me any second, like he’s in total control.

“Mary.”

I nod and barely let out a gasp when one of his fingers brushes against me. “Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

I do.

I’ve never seen him look so serious. “I want you to know something.”

I want to just say yes,