“You’re frowning. I know something’s going on in your head.”
Trying to come up with a good excuse, I smile at him. It doesn’t work.
“Tell me.”
“I’m sad we leave tomorrow?”
“Probably true, but that’s not it.”
“I’m going to miss you terribly?”
“Hopefully, that’s true, but it’s still not what’s bothering you.”
“Ugh!” I groan. “I’m sexually frustrated, okay?”
His face changes from concerned to smug then serious. “Devon, have you ever had sex?”
Oh shit, how embarrassing. I knew we’d have to talk about this at some point, but my stupid mouth forced it.
“Well, kinda.”
His features change from soft to tense immediately. His body posture goes rigid. “What do you mean kinda?”
“I’m not exactly experienced, but I’ve been with someone before.”
“Fucking who?” he growls.
“A guy I was dating for a few weeks.”
“A few weeks? Fucking few weeks? You were willing to give yourself over to some asshole after a few dates?”
“Hey, quit yelling at me.”
His nostrils flare, and his face is an alarming shade of red. His loud breathing has me concerned, and when I try to look at him, he turns from me.
“Why are you so mad? You almost had a baby with another woman.”
“Because you are fucking mine. The thought of anyone touching you infuriates me,” he seethes.
“Bryce, let it go. You asked. ”
“You deserve everything in the world handed to you. I’m busting my ass to make sure that happens.” The pain in his voice is evident.
His words melt me inside. He’s truly upset. The last thing I want to do is ruin tonight. I slide my food over and move quickly to straddle his lap. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lean into him, brushing my breasts against him lightly.
“Bryce, I know you don’t want to hear about it, but it wasn’t a memorable experience. It was over before it started.” I grind against him, eliciting a low moan.
“Don’t want to hear about it, Devon.”
“Okay.” I go still against him and wonder if I’ve gone too far.
“Babe, give me a second. My mind and body are raging but for two totally separate reasons. My head hurts thinking about you with someone else. My dick jumps anytime you touch me.”
A sense of boldness takes over, and I position myself so my legs are wrapped around his waist. Before he tells me to stop, I cover his mouth with mine and pour all my energy into kissing him. His body relaxes, and he gives in, running his fingertips lightly over the bare skin of my thighs. My dress slides up, and I feel his straining cock against the silk of my underwear. Sparks shoot through me as desire pools in my stomach.
“Devon, please stop. You have to quit.”
“I don’t want to,” I moan against his lips.