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dream of hurting you, Anna,” he says softly, and no longer teasing.
I don’t think he would either, but I’m not sure how aware men are concerning their size. For some reason I feel the need to let him know I’m not as worldly in the bedroom as l am in other areas. “In the interest of complete transparency and full disclosure,” I say. “I feel as if I should tell you I’ve only slept with two other men after you.”
I’ve surprised him with that. His eyes look like they might fall out of his head he’s got them so wide. “Two?”
“Yes,” I say, hoping it doesn’t come across as sharply as it sounded in my head. “Is that a problem?”
“God, no.” He scrabbles up to sit beside me on the bed. “I was just a bit shocked.”
I shrug. “I’ve been otherwise occupied.”
“I can understand that.”
It hits me how absurd this entire conversation is. Seriously. Both of us naked and on the bed. Although I’m a bit shocked how being naked around Navin doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
“Let me ask you this, Anna,” he says. “And be honest with me.” He waits for me to nod before continuing. “Do you trust me? In this. For tonight. While I’m in your bed?”
It’s a sharp reminder that we are different people outside my bedroom door. That we are different people than we once were. And he is aware of the fact that all is not completely well between us work wise. I would have thought the reminder would be enough to put a halt to the reason we were having the conversation in the first place.
Oddly enough, it’s the exact opposite. To have him admit all is not perfect between us and to still want me....
“Yes, l do, Navin. I trust you completely in this. For tonight.”
A look of relief covers his face at my acceptance. “Lay back with your head on the pillow. You can keep your legs bent if you want.”
I’m not one to take orders all that easily. Comes with the job, I suppose. Yet, I don’t hesitate to do as he asks. I’m well aware in this, he is a lot more knowledgeable than I.
He waits until I get situated the way he requested. Once I’m settled, he moves to kneel between my bent legs. He pushes them apart a bit and is able to get closer.
“You’re so tense,” he says, and I realize he’s right. I’m naked and on my bed with the most gorgeous man in the country, possibly the world, who also happens to be naked and my mind is running in fifty different directions.
“I’m thinking too much as well,” I admit.
He runs a hand up my leg, and his fingers brush the backside of my knee. The unexpected sensation makes me gasp. He only smiles.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” he says. “You’re going to stop thinking about anything other than what’s going on in this bed. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try.” I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to turn my mind off like that. But I can at least try.
“I guess I’ll take what I can get,” he says with a smile. Then his head is between my legs and his mouth is on me, and oh my, God. It’s nearly too much and I have to bite my sheets so I don’t yell out and make the Secret Service swarm in.
My hands find their way to his head and I clutch his hair in my fists. I’m not sure if I’m trying to stop him or ensuring he never leaves. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to bother him I’m all but pulling his hair out by its roots.
I lose track of time. It’s the easiest thing in the world to be this way with Navin. It might be the easiest thing I’ve ever done. He is nothing like my previous lovers. But neither is he the way I remembered.
He’s not only better, he’s a maddening mixture of things that don’t belong together, but somehow fit exactly right.
Bliss fills me in a way it never has before, and I never want to leave this bed. It’s still night, I tell myself to justify why I’m not kicking him out. We have a few hours left. I can be Anna for a little while longer.
“I wonder,” he says. I have my head on his chest and he’s stroking my shoulder with his thumb. “Would we have lasted back then, if I hadn’t left?”
It’s a question