16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
-Annabella-
T his conversation was making my head spin. We were covering so many topics—my family, being honest or being rude, Zac, the old rumors, the dinner, and now my absolute lack of experience with sex.
“Yes or no?” Kace pressed when I hadn’t said anything.
“I…” I hesitated.
“Just because you say yes doesn’t mean we have to hurry to the bedroom now,” he assured me with a smug smile on his lips, which only made my cheeks burn. Why did he have to look so satisfied?
“Who says you can even make it enjoyable?” I taunted. “Some guys have too much confidence.”
My comment shocked Kace, his eyes growing big, but I didn’t know what else to say. I wanted the heat taken off me.
“Are you really doubting me? Me?” he inquired, making me sigh.
“Yes, you,” I snapped. “You know, some guys are so overly confident and can talk big but don’t live up to their words.”
“I'm not sure you know who you’re speaking to,” he retorted.
“No, I know, and I think, like any great businessman, you can make anything seem like fireworks even though it’s more like a balloon losing its air.”
“What?” he exclaimed, confused by my comparison.
“You know? A disappointment,” I explained.
“You think sleeping with me would be disappointing?” His voice carried a clear indication of disbelief. But I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms, and nodded.
Kace raised an eyebrow, still daring me to take back my words because he couldn’t fathom how I could say such a thing. But why shouldn’t I? It’s not like I hadn’t heard what other women had experienced, despite my lack of friendships.
“Better to expect disappointment,” I argued.
“No, that’s not better. Because if you always expect that, then you will never achieve anything in life,” he retorted.
“I beg to differ.”
Kace groaned, pressing his fingers against his eyes and appearing exhausted. But I hoped this discussion might make him want to change the subject. I grabbed my water, ready to take a sip, when Kace spoke again, “What do you like when you touch yourself?”
I coughed, choking on the water, and Kace smiled a little as he looked at me. I quickly reached for a napkin, wiping my chin as the water went everywhere. When I finally composed myself, I stared at him wide-eyed, not believing he had asked me such a question, but he was still smiling.
“What?” I whispered.
“I asked what you like—” he began.
“No!” I interrupted. “Don’t ask me again.”
“So, you did hear me?”
“I almost died. I heard you,” I stated, hearing him laugh a little, but I didn’t find this amusing. “How can you ask me that?”
“How can I not? We are married,” he pointed out.
“We are still strangers.”
“You can talk to strangers about what you like. It makes it better,” he explained. “Besides, we should figure out if you’re into dirty talking.”
“No! We should not figure that out when we are eating breakfast!” I hissed.
“So over dinner then?” he teased.
“No! Never!”
“So, you just don’t ever want to have sex?”
“I didn’t… I’m not… This conversation is making me very uncomfortable!” I admitted.
He folded his hands in front of him, putting on a very business-like exterior, and it confused me a lot. Was I becoming some kind of deal?
“Why is that?” he inquired.
“Because I hardly know you! I never talked to Zac about these things, and he was my best friend,” I admitted.
“Yeah, but he was also dating your sister. Could it be that you were afraid that it might get back to her?”
I didn’t want to admit that I had had those thoughts, and so I remained quiet.
“I rest my case,” he said.
“Could you not ask me something like that?” I asked.
“But then how will I make it good for you if you don’t even know how to make yourself come?” he argued.
“I know how to…” I trailed off when I saw that smug smile on his lips again. God, he was good, I thought.
“Yes?” he urged.
“We are not talking about what I do alone at night,” I snapped lowly, leaning closer. But he did too.
“Why not? I would love to know.” The way he said it—lowering his voice, his eyes turning more heated—made my heart race and my body grow warmer.
“As you said, we are not having sex right now,” I countered.
“No, but the more we talk about it, the more prepared I can be, and you can get comfortable telling me,” he pointed out.
“Fine, I like when you’re not there.”
He began laughing, the sound making the situation feel less tense, and I couldn’t help but smile a little too.
“No, I think you would love having me there. I could just watch to begin with,” he suggested.
“Watch?” I asked, shocked, but his eyes turned even more heated, so I knew he was serious. “You would watch me touch myself?”
“Why not? It’s a huge turn-on.”
“You’re crazy, and that’s not happening.”
“Something should happen,” he shot back.
“Why should it?” I snapped.
“We’re married, and unless you tell me you hate sex and never want it, I want to believe it’s not off the table,” he explained.