called him Saturday morning, and Cullen had said he’d be home in time to pack.
Taige wondered what his dad had thought of that, wondered what Robert Morgan thought of his son spending the weekend with some local girl, but she really didn’t have enough experience to even guess what the guy might think. He was genuinely nice and treated her like she was somebody worth knowing, somebody worthy of his son. Both of Cullen’s parents were like that.
She tried to picture herself with a kid, wondered how’d she feel if her kid brought somebody to meet her, somebody who mattered. Taige decided she’d feel a little embarrassed. A little out of place. She wouldn’t want to think of her kids having sex, but kids grew up, didn’t they? Cullen was twenty years old.
A little ribbon of jealousy worked through her, and before she even realized the question was in her mind, she blurted out, “How many girls have you been with?”
He stiffened, turned his head, and looked at her. A dull rush of color flooded his cheeks as he stared at her. He swallowed nervously, and she could see his Adam’s apple moving under his skin.
“Uh ...”
She wasn’t going to take the question back though. She did want to know. What he’d done to her on the beach last weekend, after they’d done it that first time, it didn’t seem like something that a guy with little or no experience might try. And he’d been good at it, too. Good enough that she hadn’t waited more than two days before she talked him into another late-night beach trip. This time, she’d done it to him first, and after he came, she had rolled onto her back and urged him back between her thighs. He’d gone down on her again, and she’d ended up screaming his name and pulling his hair as she came.
It still hurt some when he was inside her, but it had slowly gotten better, and last night, he’d made her come that way, just from moving inside her. He’d touched her clit while he moved inside her, and it had lit her up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, coming so hard, she’d ended up scratching his back and shoulders all up before she was done.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been with any girls,” she warned him, sitting up and pulling her legs to her chest. “I just want to know.”
“Why? Are we going to get in a fight over it?” he asked warily.
“Only if you lie to me.” She swallowed the knot in her throat and tucked her chin against her chest. “When you leave for school, we haven’t ever talked about not seeing other people. If you’ve been with some girl at school, it’s not like I never said I didn’t—”
His hand came up, cupped her chin. He eased her face up until she met his gaze, and then he answered, “Two girls. One before I met you. Then another girl that I dated off and on my senior year and my freshman year at college. She moved out of state at the end of that year and . . .” His voice trailed off, and he was quiet for a minute. He brushed her hair back from her face, caught a long curl in his hand, and wrapped it around his finger.
Cullen did love to play with her hair. For some reason, seeing him doing it now, while he tried to talk about this, made a fist clench around her heart. No, they hadn’t ever talked about it just being the two of them. Hadn’t really seemed fair, or reasonable, even, with him living a state away. Twenty years old, drop-dead gorgeous, he’d have a bunch of pretty college girls tagging after him. But she didn’t want him with anybody else. Period.
“She moved out of state,” Taige prompted. “Why not anybody since her? That was more than a year ago.”
His gaze locked with hers. “Nobody since her because the one girl I really wanted to be with has been on a beach in Alabama,” he said.
“Me?” she asked and then she felt like an idiot. How many other girls on a beach in Alabama was he seeing?
He grinned at her and leaned forward. “Yeah, you.” He kissed her and rolled
Taige wondered what his dad had thought of that, wondered what Robert Morgan thought of his son spending the weekend with some local girl, but she really didn’t have enough experience to even guess what the guy might think. He was genuinely nice and treated her like she was somebody worth knowing, somebody worthy of his son. Both of Cullen’s parents were like that.
She tried to picture herself with a kid, wondered how’d she feel if her kid brought somebody to meet her, somebody who mattered. Taige decided she’d feel a little embarrassed. A little out of place. She wouldn’t want to think of her kids having sex, but kids grew up, didn’t they? Cullen was twenty years old.
A little ribbon of jealousy worked through her, and before she even realized the question was in her mind, she blurted out, “How many girls have you been with?”
He stiffened, turned his head, and looked at her. A dull rush of color flooded his cheeks as he stared at her. He swallowed nervously, and she could see his Adam’s apple moving under his skin.
“Uh ...”
She wasn’t going to take the question back though. She did want to know. What he’d done to her on the beach last weekend, after they’d done it that first time, it didn’t seem like something that a guy with little or no experience might try. And he’d been good at it, too. Good enough that she hadn’t waited more than two days before she talked him into another late-night beach trip. This time, she’d done it to him first, and after he came, she had rolled onto her back and urged him back between her thighs. He’d gone down on her again, and she’d ended up screaming his name and pulling his hair as she came.
It still hurt some when he was inside her, but it had slowly gotten better, and last night, he’d made her come that way, just from moving inside her. He’d touched her clit while he moved inside her, and it had lit her up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, coming so hard, she’d ended up scratching his back and shoulders all up before she was done.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been with any girls,” she warned him, sitting up and pulling her legs to her chest. “I just want to know.”
“Why? Are we going to get in a fight over it?” he asked warily.
“Only if you lie to me.” She swallowed the knot in her throat and tucked her chin against her chest. “When you leave for school, we haven’t ever talked about not seeing other people. If you’ve been with some girl at school, it’s not like I never said I didn’t—”
His hand came up, cupped her chin. He eased her face up until she met his gaze, and then he answered, “Two girls. One before I met you. Then another girl that I dated off and on my senior year and my freshman year at college. She moved out of state at the end of that year and . . .” His voice trailed off, and he was quiet for a minute. He brushed her hair back from her face, caught a long curl in his hand, and wrapped it around his finger.
Cullen did love to play with her hair. For some reason, seeing him doing it now, while he tried to talk about this, made a fist clench around her heart. No, they hadn’t ever talked about it just being the two of them. Hadn’t really seemed fair, or reasonable, even, with him living a state away. Twenty years old, drop-dead gorgeous, he’d have a bunch of pretty college girls tagging after him. But she didn’t want him with anybody else. Period.
“She moved out of state,” Taige prompted. “Why not anybody since her? That was more than a year ago.”
His gaze locked with hers. “Nobody since her because the one girl I really wanted to be with has been on a beach in Alabama,” he said.
“Me?” she asked and then she felt like an idiot. How many other girls on a beach in Alabama was he seeing?
He grinned at her and leaned forward. “Yeah, you.” He kissed her and rolled
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