Page 10 of Scarred Mountain Man
The corners of her mouth twitched like she was battling a smile. “So itisa date. I guess I should confess something.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
She squeezed her eyes closed. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
I frowned. There was nothing she could tell me that would have me thinking less of her. I couldn’t imagine why she’d be embarrassed.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” I said.
Her eyes popped open again. She took a deep breath and looked down at my midsection. Or maybe her gaze was lower. Maybe she was staring at my crotch. My dick jerked at the thought.
And then it hit me. I knew exactly what she was going to say. I’d almost forgotten about it in all that had happened today. But there was one thing we hadn’t discussed. One thing I’d assumed we’d never discuss.
“I saw you last night,” she said. “I was watching you. I know it’s wrong. You probably could have called the police on me.”
“It’s not illegal.”
Her eyes widened. “So you knew?”
I nodded. It was confession time.
“I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Is that wrong?”
“No.” Her eyes widened. She shook her head. “Not at all. It’s just…”
I waited for her to finish that sentence. When the silence stretched out a little too long, I got impatient. I had to know.
“Just what?” I prompted.
“That was the first time I’ve ever seen a man naked. In person, anyway.” She laughed nervously. “I guess it doesn’t really count as in person since I watched you through a window. Is that all that much different from seeing a man on a TV or computer screen?”
She’d never seen a man naked. I couldn’t get past that.
“Are you saying you’ve never been with a man?” I asked.
No. That couldn’t be possible. She’d correct me right away and explain why.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “It’s not as uncommon as you think these days. Most of my friends are still virgins. Well, I guess Daisy isn’t anymore. I didn’t ask her, but I could only assume. She definitely seems happier.”
I was aware that I was staring at her. Gaping, really. I couldn’t help it. How was it possible this angel was not only beautiful and smart and just about the most interesting woman I’d ever met, but she was also untouched?
Normally, that was something that wouldn’t even interest me. I’d assume a virgin would want a serious relationship, and I didn’t. But in Summer’s case, it sent a need rocketing through me. A need so strong, it had left me speechless.
“Is that bad?” she asked. “I mean, when I watched you last night, I was turned on. My panties were wet. I didn’t know what to do about it. I know there’s something I could do about it, of course. I’ve just never done that before. I’m rambling.”
She laughed and looked out over the water. She was definitely nervous. I couldn’t blame her. Opening up to me about this couldn’t be easy for her, and I appreciated it all the more for that reason.
“You’ve never masturbated before?”
I immediately winced at my wording. I needed to think before I spoke, especially now that I knew all of this was new to her.
“Nope,” she said. “I guess most of the women you’ve been with are comfortable with stuff like that. I’m sure I’d have no idea. We don’t… I’ve never discussed this with someone.”
I didn’t want to talk about my sexual history. Not because I had anything to hide. I just didn’t even want to think about being with anyone but her. Not at this point. And that was a first too.
“It’s really not all that difficult,” I said. “You just put your finger in the right spot and move it around.”
I could show her. I’d love to show her. But I wasn’t going to propose that idea. Not now. We couldn’t have sex out in the open on a rock, and I certainly wasn’t ready to take her back to my place. I’d need to spend a couple of hours deep cleaning everything before I’d bring a woman I was trying to impress to my cottage. I’d just wait for an invitation to her place.
