Matt started laughing. “Jena, honey, you might not hurt their feelings, but the dates you arrange turn out to be deadly. Trust me, Bob would have gotten over a rejection a helluva lot faster than he’ll get over first-degree burns.”
Brilliant. He was laughing at her again. She was completely over the fact everyone in Invertary got so much entertainment from her life. She ignored him and turned her attention to the black trash sack she was filling with debris from the floor.
“I would have thought, after meeting Frank, you’d be off guys for a while anyway.” Of course he wouldn’t let the subject drop.
With an irritated sigh, Jena stomped to the old stained sink and washed her hands. “Not that it’s any of your business, but he wasn’t always like this. He was charming at one point. And, unlike most guys, he knew his way around a woman’s body. That’s a pretty appealing trait in a boyfriend.” She gave him a wry look. “Trust me. Most men have no idea how to please a woman. They wouldn’t recognise an erogenous zone if it bit them in the ass.” She felt her face burn. “Not that I have
a lot of experience, but girlfriends talk.”
Matt dusted his hands off on his jean-clad thighs. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and threw one at her. His gaze was thoughtful while he watched her drink. “You don’t need to know where a woman’s erogenous zones are to get the job done.”
Jena pointed the bottle at him. “See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Get the job done for whose benefit exactly? For the guy? Because without a little bit of knowledge and effort on the guy’s part, he’s the only one who’s going to get anything out of sex.”
“No.” Matt’s eyes darkened. “I mean, if a guy is doing the job right, every area on a woman’s body is an erogenous zone. You obviously haven’t been with any men who know what they’re doing.”
It took Jena a second to decide how to react. She settled on laughing. “Wow, that’s original. Never heard that before.” She deepened her voice. “Trust me, baby, I know what I’m doing. I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never known. You’ll forget all the men who came before me.”
His eyes sparkled. “That’s not what I said. I said the whole body is an erogenous zone—if you know what you’re doing.”
She smirked at him. “Which implies you know what you’re doing.”
“Aye. I do.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious.”
“Of course you are. You’re also deluded. I haven’t met a man yet who didn’t think he knew what he was doing in bed.”
“I’m different. I can make you hot without going near any of your more obvious erogenous zones. I am that skilled.” His lips twitched as he fought a smile.
“Okay, Mr Sexpert. Why don’t you prove it?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jena knew they were a huge mistake.
A slow smile curved his lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief and intent. “Come over here and I will.”
“Uh-nuh.” She shook her head hard enough to make her feel dizzy. “I didn’t mean it. I’m fine right here.”
“Coward.”
Her eyes snapped to his. He was laughing at her. “I am not. I don’t need a demo. If you believe you’re God’s gift to the opposite sex, who am I to burst your bubble.”
“I promise not to touch any X-rated zones. It wouldn’t prove my point anyway. Any idiot can get a woman hot by going for the obvious.”
She expected his eyes to drift to some of those X-rated areas, but they didn’t. He held her gaze and waited. Six foot two inches of pure lazy confidence. She didn’t know whether to hit him or strip him.
“Come on,” he teased. “Don’t be a chicken. I’m trying to make a point here. Otherwise you’ll think I’m all talk. I wouldn’t want you to slander my reputation during one of your girly get-togethers.”
She chewed her lip as she wavered. The words came out of her mouth before she had time to think on them properly. “No groping or grabbing. If I wouldn’t walk around with it on show at church then you can’t touch it.” This is was huge mistake. Huge.
“Come on over here, Jena.” His voice was pure seduction.
With a forced sigh to cover her nerves, Jena moved to stand in front of him. “Now what?”
“I want you to face the wall. Put your hands on it.”
“Are you going to frisk me?”
“Everyone’s a comedian,” he muttered.