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"Hi, Rowan, so glad you're here."
He laughed. "I didn't give you a chance to talk, did I?"
I shook my head, amused.
"I've been thinking about that kiss ever since you said I didn't need a hotel. I've been thinking about this." He put a hand on my hips and looked me up and down. "I want you."
"Dinner and then…?"
"I'm hungry, but not for food."
He picked me up, bridal style and took me to my bedroom.
"Ah…I have candles and wine and…."
He dropped me on the bed. "Stay still and hold that thought. And Isha, I mean it. Stay still."
I raised both hands, palms out, sitting on the bed. "I'm not going anywhere."
He came back with the wine and wine glasses. "Are you hungry or can dinner wait?"
"It can wait. And, no wine for me. I already had two glasses," I blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm nervous, Rowan."
He set the glasses on my dresser, and poured wine into one glass. He took it and came to sit next to me on the bed. He drank some and put the glass on the bedside table. He removed his shoes, then his socks. He pulled off his chambray shirt, and underneath, he wore a white t-shirt. I gulped.
He crouched in front of me, his hands on my knees. He then took off the ballet flats I was wearing, and slid his hands up my legs, up my thighs, and squeezed.
"How long since you last had sex?" he asked softly.
I licked my lips. "I don't want to tell you," I said firmly. What loser wanted to admit that the last time they had sex was a gazillion years ago? Not this loser.
"It's been a year…maybe a little more for me," he confessed.
I gaped at him. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Six years," I revealed.
He narrowed his eyes. "Not since us?"
I shook my head. "Not for lack of trying…well, I didn't have time to try. I had school. I had Flora. I never did casual, so it wasn't like I was just going to pick up some bloke and shag him, you know?"
"Okay."
"Who was the last woman you had sex with?" I asked. It was probably a one-night stand, and I already hated that woman.
Jealousy was a nasty bitch, just like the woman he'd last fucked, I thought pettily.
"Can't remember her name. I met her at a hotel in Chicago. I was there for a meeting with a meat processing company. I went to her room. We fucked. I left."
"Was she pretty?"
His hand moved to my hips, and he pulled my underpants down. I helped by lifting my hips a little. He looked at my underwear. "Sexy."
