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developed in her panties while he was kissing her hadn’t abated.
    The waitress arrived, and he requested the bill. Delany wondered if they were going Dutch, but he paid the bill without even looking to her to contribute.
    “Can I just ask you a small question?”
    He jutted his lower lip out in amusement. “You don’t have to ask to ask me a question. Just ask whatever you want.”
    “When are we going to talk about what you like in bed?”
    “You can ask anything you want about that, at any time. I want you to.”
    He rose, and she followed suit, their bodies veering close in small dim space. She wanted to be kissing him again. Ask him about his preferences regarding sex? She didn’t know if she could. She was used to just having sex. Her assumptions regarding men’s preferences regarding sex had always been simple and few in number. Men liked sex lots. Straight men liked sex with women. Men liked every part of sex except going down on a woman, but then Leif hadn’t seemed to mind that at all. She shivered at the memory. Men would prefer to have sex every night, kind of like brushing their teeth. Men probably liked raunchier sex than women, but accommodated women’s more delicate sensitivities. But that was why they cheated and went to hookers. Men loved getting head. That pretty much summarized all her beliefs regarding men and sex. She supposed that was a whack load of cultural assumptions. But somehow talking about sex seemed more risqué than having sex.
    She realized that Leif was staring at her, a faint smile twitching on his full sensuous lips. “Shall we walk for a bit?” he said. “I promise I won’t take advantage of you in any dark alleyways.”
    “Pity,” she said under her breath. She imagined herself kneeling in an alleyway sucking that magnificent cock.
    Outside the bar, he slipped his hand into hers, and they started to walk north up the darkening street.
    “So, what was your most erotic experience ever?” His fingers in hers and the fact that they were no longer facing each other over a table seemed to loosen her tongue and inhibitions.
    She felt her lips twitch into a smile. “Other than last week? One of my professors in a closet at a Christmas Party. It was against the rules to date your professors, of course. We kissed and I let him feel me up. It was somehow super hot, even though we never had sex.”
    His hand had tightened when she mentioned the previous week. But he kept his voice light. “Illicitness heightens arousal.”
    “You sound like you have experience with that,” she said.
    “Perhaps,” he replied. “What is the most erotic thing or things you’d like to do, but have never done?”
    “Sex with a stranger, sex in public, sex with several men at the same time,” she listed. Then she froze. Would Leif think that meant she wanted to sleep with his brothers? She hadn’t meant it that way. She had imagined it, of course. But she didn’t really want to do it. She loved the connection that came from being with one man. From being with Leif.
    But Leif had stiffened beside her and almost let go of her hand.
    “That isn’t what I meant,” she said, her heart fluttering almost painfully. “It’s a fantasy, but I don’t actually want that.”
    He stopped walking and turned to face her, his green eyes serious. “I don’t want to keep you from that option, Delany. My brothers are good men. They would satisfy you, and love you, and support you. It’s not for me, anymore.”
    “No,” she said. “That’s not what I want.” That wasn’t what she wanted was it?
    “I just want you to remember that it’s an option,” Leif said. “If you decide that you want to be with me, I want you to be sure about your choice.”
    Leif regarded her intently for a few seconds, then he pulled her to him, tangled his hands in her hair, and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her, his mouth hot. He ran his hands up and down her body, letting one come to rest on her breast, while he