Page 88 of Under Her

She smiles and presses her hand to my cheek. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m not adorable. I’m a total badass. We’ve had this talk already. Do I need to remind you?”

“Nope.” She presses her lips together, but her shoulders shake with laughter.

“You’re not good for my ego, you know.”

“Wild, you don’t need my help with your ego. It’s already bigger than the Grand Canyon.”

Okay, so maybe I’m a little overly confident. But I have reason to be. I’m fucking awesome.

And I like that she just called me Wild.

“Say that again,” I tell her.

“What?”

“Wild. You just called me it, and I want to hear you say it again.”

She tips her head back a touch, and feline-like eyes stare at me. “Is this for ego purposes?”

“No.” I push my hand under my head, resting on it, and stare back at her. “I just like hearing you say it.”

She wets her lips with her tongue, and my dick twitches. Then, she moves closer, pressing her hand to my cheek, her thumb dusting over my lips, her own a breath away.

“Kiss me, Wild,” she whispers.

So, I do. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her deeply, passionately…wildly.

When we finally break away, we’re both breathless.

She rests her head against my chest. I slide my fingers into her hair, massaging the back of her head.

She lets out a sound of contentment, so I keep on massaging.

“How many girlfriends have you had?” she asks against my chest.

I stop massaging. “Are we back to this? Because, honestly, babe, I have zero desire to know how many guys you’ve dated.”

“Three,” she says. “And we were never on it. I just wondered.”

Three? Did she not just hear what I said?

Fucking great. Now, I’m wondering who the hell these three guys were.

But I’m not asking. Because I’m not a masochist. Unlike a little someone who is currently plastered to my chest.

I let out a sigh and say, “None.”

Her head comes up. “None?”

“Nope.”

“How? I mean, I know you played the field in college—a lot of field—but I guess I just assumed you had at least one girlfriend after college.”

“I’ve never been interested in tying myself down to just one woman.” Until now. Until you.

“So, you’ve just spent the last nine years…like you did in college.”