“Aww, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, did you? I didn’t realize you were so nice.”

“Nice? I was a doormat. But those were the end of my doormat days. I dated several guys after college, but I was so wrapped up in my music that none of those relationships progressed and I ended up sleeping with only one of them. That was a couple of years ago.”

“Well, that explains why we jumped into bed with each other so quickly. We were both hornier than a bucket of desert toads.”

His sense of humor continually surprised her. He seemed so serious and deep, and then he let loose with something like that.

“I can tolerate horniness,” she said. “I think I jumped into bed—or rather onto piano—with you because you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I’m usually expert at controlling my baser needs. I’ve been called an ice princess and a cold bitch more than once at the end of a third date, fourth date, and fifth date with no action.”

“I’ll have to take your word on it. I didn’t experience any ice or cold.”

“Just a princess and a bitch.”

“Neither. If I had to describe you, I’d say you’re hot, talented, sexy and… horny.”

“You got at least one of those right.”

She shifted so she was straddling his thighs. Did she notice that her wide-open, bare crotch was perfectly aligned with his cock? Of course she did. And she’d be doing something about that soon, but first…

“Your turn,” she said. “Tell me about your other three lovers.”

He was silent for a long moment. God, she hoped he wasn’t thinking about her again. But of course he was. Dawn had point blank asked about her. Dumb, Dawn. Real dumb.

“First there was Jennifer, then Becca, and I’ve already told you about Sara,” he said. “So did you major in music in college? What was that like? I had some guitar lessons, but never studied theory.”

“What?” she sputtered. “That’s not fair. But if you don’t want to share, I’ll just make stuff up in my head. So Jennifer was your sweetheart all through elementary school, but she moved away before you went through puberty. When she returned some years later, she’d grown boobs and—”

He covered her lips with one fingertip.

“Nothing as romantic as that. Jennifer was my first groupie. We were both in high school, but she was a year older than me. She used to come to every band practice. She watched and danced and cheered and dressed in next to nothing and fed my ego. So I screwed her. She fed my ego some more. And I screwed her again. And again and again and again. Like three times a day. She eventually decided she liked drummers better.”

“She cheated on you?”

He nodded.

“Well, that sucks. Did you love her?”

“I liked her. A lot. What seventeen-year-old doesn’t like to get f**ked three times a day? I was young and horny and needed my ego fed. No long-term damage was done when she switched band members, though watching her make out with Snake was weird. Not as weird as William Pierce suddenly insisting that everyone call him Snake, but yeah, a bit weird.”

“So that didn’t end too badly. What about Becca?”

“If you ever meet Owen, you cannot let him know I slept with her.”

“Why?”

“Because she was his one. Or at least he thought she was at the time.”

“You slept with your best friend’s girlfriend?”

“Oh no. She never dated him. He thought he loved her and she rejected him. She didn’t reject me though. I’m not even sure why I slept with her. I wasn’t really attracted to her. She came on to me and it just sort of happened.”

Dawn snorted. Yeah, that sounded like a boy’s reasoning. It just happened.

“Stop that.” Kellen squeezed her until she giggled. “Sleeping with her wasn’t worth the orgasm. For years, every time I looked at Owen, I thought about the time I slept with Becca and I was revolted by my actions. Having sex with her is what made me decide that I’d only sleep with women I felt a connection with. Sex for the sake of sex was never worth pursuing.”

“But the only other woman you’ve slept with is Sara.”

“Yeah. And you.”

Dawn sat back on his thighs and tried to read his expression, but there just wasn’t enough light on this side of the room to even guess how that made him feel. “I’m not sure I’m ready to hear that.”

“So don’t listen. I’m a little tired. I tend to talk a lot about things better left unsaid when I’m drunk or tired.”

“Do you want to sleep?”

“No.” He stroked her hair. “I want to spend more time with you.”

“Great,” she said, “I want to spend more time with you too, but can we talk about something more superficial? I’m feeling a bit… overwhelmed. This is a lot of heavy stuff for a first date.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. We should save some heavy stuff for our second date.”

Second date? Yes!

“How about we leave all the talking for the second date and the rest of this one can be all about pleasing your pu**y?”

She laughed, simply because his suggestion made her uncommonly happy. She’d love the rest of the night be all about pleasing her pu**y.

“I think it should be about pleasing your c**k too,” she said.

“Ladies first.”

She squealed in surprise when he grabbed her around the waist and started to lift her over his head.

“Put your legs over the back of the sofa,” he instructed.

She could scarcely see the back of the sofa. “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I can hold you to my mouth like this for more than twenty seconds.” He tipped his head to trace her cleft with his tongue. “And I’m going to need at least twenty minutes.”

Feeling completely off balance, she slid one leg over his shoulder and the back of the sofa and then the other, so that his head was between her legs.

“Now lean back.”

She clung to his head like a treed kitten. “I’ll fall.”

“I’ve got you.”

She still didn’t feel secure, because she wasn’t sure what to expect and the room was so dimly lit, but she did trust him, so she let go and cautiously leaned back. He helped support her with a hand on her belly and another under her back until she found herself virtually upside down with her head between his knees, hair trailing down over his shins and the floor. Good lord, her legs were draped over the back of the sofa, and Kellen was seated beneath her with his face between her thighs and his hands gripping her ass. What in the world had she gotten herself into? She felt like some sort of perverse acrobat.