Page 36 of Beastly Mountain Man

“Just checking.”

“That may be the least sexy and most attractive thing anyone has asked me immediately after sex.”

“I have range.”

I settled beneath the blankets beside him.

My body felt loose and heavy, pleasantly sore, more satisfied than I could remember being after sex with another person.

Lucky turned toward me, resting one hand lightly over the blanket near my hip.

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

The answer was easy.

The next part was not.

I looked at the ceiling for a moment, then back at him.

“Two orgasms with a partner is not normal for me.”

Lucky did not grin.

He did not look triumphant.

He simply waited.

“One isn’t especially common either,” I continued. “I can come. I know what works. It’s not that I don’t enjoy sex.”

“I didn’t think that.”

“Good.” I rubbed one thumb along the edge of the blanket. “With other people, sometimes it took longer than they expected. Or I needed something different. And after a while, explaining that could feel harder than just letting the moment finish.”

Understanding moved across his face.

“You’ve faked it.”

“Yes.”

The word was quieter than I intended, but I did not regret saying it.

“Not always. Not with everyone. But enough. Sometimes I could tell a man was waiting for the reaction that proved he’d done everything right, and it was easier to give him the ending he wanted than stop everything and explain how to change it.”

Lucky was quiet for a few seconds.

Then he reached beneath the blanket and took my hand.

“I’m not going to be angry about what you did with somebody before me.”

I looked at him.

“And I don’t need you to protect my ego by pretending with me. If what I’m doing feels good, I want to know. If it doesn’t, I want to know that too. If you need something different, tell me. If you need more time, we have more time.”

The lack of drama in the answer made it hit harder.

“You make that sound very simple.”