Page 140 of Wicked Angel
“What?” I tried not to take my eyes off the road, but I had to glance at her. “No.”
“Not at all?” she pressed. “Not afterwards, when you went to bed, got some sleep, had time to digest what happened?”
“No. Why would you think that?” She said nothing, and I realized the probable answer to that. “You’ve ‘weirded out’ other guys?”
“Maybe.”
I was getting the picture. “Just because some guys are freaked out by your enthusiasm, babe, doesn’t say a thing about you. That’s on them.”
She sighed a little. “I didn’t shock you?”
“No,” I said automatically, but then I wondered if that was true. It wasn’t that the sex shocked me or anything. It was Angeline that surprised me.
Now that I knew she was so… sexually exuberant… I was even more fascinated by her. I’d rarely met a woman who I was that sexually compatible with right off the bat.
I glanced at her again, sitting there like she was unavailable to me, even after what we did last night. She was hiding from me now, closing up.
“It makes you uncomfortable. It doesn’t have to.”
“What, that we had sex? I’m a big girl. I chose to have sex with you. There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about.”
“Then you’re not uncomfortable that I now know you’re a super freak?”
She laughed abruptly. “Stop it.”
“You’re a penile enthusiast, Angeline. Just embrace it. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I actually heard her jaw drop open. She made a sputtery, flabbergasted sound.
“It’s a beautiful thing, really.”
“Stop it!” She smacked my arm, but I could hear her trying not to laugh.
“It’s inspiring to meet a woman who’s so into cock.”
“Just—” She choked on a laugh. “Don’t, okay? Don’t make fun of me.”
I gave the road ahead the most serious look I could as I drove. “I’m not making fun of you.”
“You are.”
“I’m totally not. You liked getting fucked. I liked fucking you. It was mutually beneficial.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you liked all the other stuff that happened, too.”
She cleared her throat quietly but didn’t respond.
“You liked it when I caught you in my living room.”
“You liked catching me in your living room,” she retorted.
“Yeah. I did. I liked that you made the next move. That you opened that door.” When she said nothing, I went on. “I don’t know how fast I would have.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“I wasn’t sure if you really wanted me to.”
