“Not going to happen.”
“There’s so much you don’t know about me yet. Maybe I have quirks you can’t stand.”
He chuckles. “Never.”
I roll my eyes. “We haven’t even had sex. What if you don’t like having sex with me?” I’m grasping at straws. Another thought comes to mind. “What if you hate my blowjobs, huh? I’m not very good at them. That could be a deal breaker.”
His brows lift to the ceiling. He stands rigid. “Where is this coming from, June? Did you give that fucker blowjobs and then he had the audacity to suggest you weren’t good at them?”
I cringe. “Yeah.”
Blade’s jaw tightens. “Well, he’s a fucking prick. Did he come?”
I swallow and nod. Why did I say something so idiotic?
“Then how the fuck could he say you weren’t good at them? Jesus.” He shakes his head. “First of all, your mouth isn’t going anywhere near my cock until I’m certain every memory of your time with that jackass is out of your head. And even then, blowjobs are not something mandatory in our relationship. Don’t ever give me one unless you’re craving it more than water in the desert.”
I inhale deeply. I shouldn’t have said anything.
“Second of all, there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob. If a guy came, it was amazing. There’s no other way about it. He was a dick. I can’t believe he made you go down on him, and yet he never fucking went down on you or tried to give you pleasure.”
I purse my lips. This is the most enraged I’ve seen Blade, and I kind of like it. His ears turn red when I mention anything having to do with Pete. It’s sweet. I never dreamed of ever giving love another shot, let alone meeting someone who would defend me so fiercely.
I flatten my palm on his chest and pat him. “Maybe those were bad examples.” Why am I fighting a grin all of a sudden? I purse my lips to keep from smiling. This isn’t funny. He’s breathing heavily, and he’s pissed.
Not at me, but for me. It’s so damn endearing that I’ve changed my mind. I think I should keep him forever. And yet. Again. Madness.
One day.
Blade lets out a long breath and narrows his gaze, surprising me when he speaks again. “You’re mine, June.”
I inhale sharply. I want all of this to be real. I want to be his.
“Did the sex last night not live up to your expectations, Little one?” He’s teasing me.
I roll my eyes. “That wasn’t sex. You had your pants on.”
“So, you think if I take my pants off and slide my cock into you, it will be horrible? You think maybe the only two orgasms you’re going to have in life happened last night?” Yeah, he’s fucking teasing me.
I sigh. “Maybe we should test the theory?” I push my tongue into my cheek to try to keep from grinning.
He chuckles. “Not today. Not until I’m sure you can do so without wincing in pain.”
I gasp. “That could be weeks. You can’t dangle that in front of me like a maraschino cherry and then pull it out of reach.”
He smirks. “So you like cherries?”
“Yes,” I retort.
“Better get those on the grocery list then.” He lifts me off the counter as if this conversation is done, carrying me over to the kitchen table, where he opens his laptop and clicks around until he has a local grocery store’s site up.
I stare at him. “That’s it? Now we just…order groceries?”
He chuckles. “Then we can open boxes.”
I cross my arms awkwardly and glare at him, even though the effect is a bit messed up since one of my arms is in a brace. “Blade…”
“What, Little one?” He’s fighting the urge to laugh. I can tell.
