Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,48

reasonable risk.

How many could there be?

But, there were times for putting on her big girl pants and this was one of them. She hugged her waist harder as she turned to face him. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said again, looking at the ground.

Kent stood but stayed where he was. Sadie looked as if she was going to bolt off into the bush at any moment and he didn’t want to scare her. ‘You should never apologise for enjoying sex, Sadie. Never.’

He cringed as soon as he said it. He sounded just like his high-school sex-ed teacher and the last thing he needed to do now with Sadie looking utterly mortified was to come across as if he were the mature voice of reason and she were a child.

Especially considering what had happened was very, very adult!

Sadie looked at him incredulously. ‘We didn’t even get to the sex bit.’

He didn’t understand. How could he? She felt as if she needed to clarify. To put the experience in context.

‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised again, returning her gaze to the ground because the firelight on his chest was doing funny things to nerves still hypersensitive to stimuli. The low crackle of the campfire and the trill of insects were the only witness to her discomfort.

‘I know I probably just came across as inexperienced but it’s not that... Men don’t ever usually...not really anyway, you know...take the time with...to...you know...with...them...’ she tightened her arms across her chest and cleared her throat ‘...and you did. So, sorry I...you know...got there...a little...early.’

Kent frowned. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? ‘I don’t understand? Are you saying that the men you’ve been with haven’t appreciated your...assets?’

Sadie blushed at the incredulity on his face. She suddenly preferred it when they weren’t talking. But given what had just happened, they couldn’t pretend they were just travelling companions any more.

And she really needed him to understand her rather over-the-top reaction to a bit of heavy petting.

She tossed her hair. ‘Oh, they appreciate them well enough. Like a status symbol, you know? Check out my phone. My car. My girlfriend’s knockers. But when it gets down to...the business...they usually get pretty neglected.’

Kent frowned again. ‘Are men on the dating scene intellectually impaired these days?’ He could have spent all night fondling her breasts.

Especially when she was so goddamn appreciative!

Hell, he could get off on her getting off alone.

Sadie shook her head, ashamed at the words that were forming there. At the horrible truth of them. About what they said about her more than an indictment on the men she’d been with.

Of what she’d put up with.

‘Men form an impression of me...of what I’d be like in the sack...because of my bra size. They want pneumatic Barbie but sex is usually more about them than me.’ Certainly it had been for Leo, but love had blinded her to that until tonight. ‘I sometimes feel like I’m starring in some kind of wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am porn movie where it’s all about looking the part and the end result rather than the journey.’

Kent looked at her, horrified. ‘So you just let them?’

Sadie shook her head, frustrated as she transferred her gaze to the fire, trying to think of a way to explain it. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy sex, I like...the end result. It’s not bad...it’s just not...’ She didn’t know how to explain it other than the truth, which she hadn’t realised until tonight with Kent.

She looked at him standing in nothing but his jeans, the warm yellow light shading the fascinating musculature of his abdomen in interesting shadows.

‘Like tonight. Like the journey mattered more.’ She held his gaze. ‘I’m sorry it just...happened.’

Kent shook his head. ‘Don’t be sorry. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.’

Sadie swallowed. His voice was deadly serious and her belly contracted. She saw the flare of heat in his eyes, which she didn’t think had anything to do with the fire. She was acutely aware of their state of undress. Of what they’d been doing just a few minutes ago.

‘Oh, God,’ she said, clutching the two edges of the shirt tight at her cleavage as she realised that, whilst she might be pretty damn satisfied, he’d been left in the lurch. ‘You must be...’ she blushed. ‘Do you want to...? I mean, I can help you with...’

She took a step towards him feeling like a virgin again as her gaze dropped to the area between where his hands bracketed his hips.

Was there a discernible bulge there?

Kent held