"Then let's talk." He patted the space beside him again.
She looked down at her mostly bared body, touched the towel on her head. "Okay, sure. Just give me a couple of minutes." She turned toward the bathroom and her blow-dryer.
Spencer sat forward and caught her hand. "Now." He tugged her-since she didn't really resist-down to sit close beside him.
Her bare thigh pressed against the worn, soft denim covering his. She breathed in the scents clinging to his body, those of sun-warmed skin, aftershave and … earthy male.
Struggling to keep the towel closed over her thighs, Arizona waffled. "You know … I really should get dressed first."
"This won't take long." He stared down at her thighs for so long that heat crawled over her, and her toes curled. It wasn't at all an unpleasant sensation.
She cleared her throat. "Okay. Shoot."
His gaze slid up to the notch of her thighs, then to her chest, shoulders, and finally he met her eyes. "I cued into her."
It had taken him so long to say that, Arizona had to shake her head to understand him. "What does that mean?"
"A considerate man spends time on foreplay."
And he was considerate? Probably. "You mean kissing and groping and stuff." She curled her lip. In her experience, that just dragged out the inevitable.
"If that's what she likes, yes. Lots of kissing, and lots of touching. Doing so gives me an opportunity to pick up reactions to various things. Judging by what a woman liked most, and least, I adjust." He reached out, trailing the back of a knuckle over her cheek.
Arizona froze, then inhaled sharply.
"When I touch you like this," Spencer murmured, "you get that certain look about you."
She'd been sinking under sensation, but now she slapped his hand away. "I do not have a look." Except maybe a look of fear, which she fought hard to hide. Only with Spencer, she wasn't afraid. Worried a little, maybe, mostly because of how he made her feel, not because of anything he might do. But there was no real fear.
He smiled with understanding and negated her thoughts by saying, "That look tells me that you like it when I touch you, as long as I don't push things too far."
Arizona thrust up her chin. "What's the look? Describe it to me."
"Softer. Warmer." He cupped a hand around her neck so that his fingertips played over her sensitive nape. "Definitely warmer."
She swallowed hard. "I thought we were talking about you and Marla."
He grew far too serious. "I know you're unaware of it, but an honorable man doesn't discuss the intimate details of his involvement with other women."
"You big fraud!" He'd had no plan to tell her-
"But," he said, moving his hand down to clasp her shoulder and forestall her angry rise from his side, "I can give you generalities."
She crossed her arms. That'd have to do. "Better make it good."
His mouth twitched into a crooked grin, but he stopped short of laughing at her. "A smart man learns to read women. Anyone can have sex, and I'm sure you know that men get off pretty easily."
That was … straightforward. Arizona eyed him askance. "Yeah, they do." With some guys, just looking at a woman was enough. But with others … no. She didn't want to think about that.
For only a moment, Spencer looked pained. "Right. So, that being the case, the way for a man to make it more pleasurable is to make sure the woman enjoys herself, too."
"That matters to you?"
"It matters to me very much."
Huh. She couldn't imagine why, but she shrugged it off. "Most men don't care-"
He put a finger to her mouth. "Honestly, honey, you don't know what most men care about because you haven't known any real men, any good men." His voice dropped, and he looked at her mouth. "At least, I assume you haven't been intimate by choice, but I suppose you could have-"
"No." She shuddered at the thought.
"There was no one before you were taken?" He studied her. "No one since, or maybe at some point during?"
She snorted. "Before then, with my folks, it would've been one heck of a trick to pull off. During and after … " She looked away, saying again, "No."
He stroked a hand along her arm, up to her shoulder, and ended by cupping her chin. "Then trust me on this. Normal, healthy men love a woman's excitement."
"How so?" She knew as little about a woman's pleasure as she did of normal, healthy men.
"The sounds a woman makes when she comes, how she tightens." His voice deepened, turned raspy. "How she gets wet and hot and out of control … " He drew to a halt.
He sure made it sound good. "Go on," Arizona urged around the constriction in her throat, her chest and her stomach.
Spencer shook his head, his gaze intent on hers. "You understand my meaning."
Heat flushed his cheekbones, intriguing her.
She leaned away to better gauge his expression. "You turning yourself on, Spence?"
"A little." He took a deep breath, let it out and became more strident. "Getting a woman to climax is a rush, and most men will work hard to see that it happens."
Hmm. "So are you saying that every woman you screw gets off like that?"
After a long look, his abrupt laugh broke the tension. "You're priceless, you know that?"
No, she didn't know. She'd always had a price, and it wasn't all that much. "Avoiding the answer?"
"Men will lie about their success with women. Most men, anyway."
"Even good men?"
"Afraid so." He gave her such a warm look of affection, she felt it everywhere. "Because it's so important to ensure that a woman enjoys herself, too, no man wants to admit it if she left his bed unsatisfied. It'd be a major blow to the male ego. But since I promised you complete honesty, I'll admit that on occasion, it's happened to me."
Being theatrical, Arizona put a hand to her chest. "No!"
"Not often since I've matured, and not for lack of trying on my part. But women are complex. Far more so than men."
"So even a woman you didn't care about-"
"I wouldn't have sex with a woman I didn't care about."
"Oh, baloney!" No way would she let him make that claim. "Men have casual sex all the time."
"As do women," he agreed. "But there has to be an attraction, and that denotes at least some level of regard."
Given his demeanor, she felt like teasing him. "Never bought sex, huh?"
"No, I haven't. Certainly not from an underage girl."
"Don't get your boxers in a bunch. I just made an observation."
His slight frown didn't lift. "You do realize that there's a big difference between a woman who chooses to prostitute herself, and a woman forced to do so?"
"Yeah, the one choosing it must be nuts."
"More likely desperate, but not always. The point is that a real man would never try to force himself on a woman, or participate in any way when someone else is forcing her. In fact, he'd do everything in his power to stop it."
That hadn't been her experience; she'd known only men willing to turn a blind eye, willing to participate and willing to overlook the obvious. "Must be a lack of real men in the world."
"That's a jaded view, honey, and sooner or later you'll realize it." To keep her from protesting that, he continued, "I do my best physically, hope I'm reading the woman right so that I go slowly when she wants me to, harder and faster when that's what she needs, but it can still be a guessing game, and I sometimes fall short."
"You ever had a woman complain?"
He smiled. "More often than not, I'm successful."
Yeah, she could believe that. "Braggart."
"Being honest, as I promised."
He'd told her a whole lot of nuanced stuff without any of the nitty-gritty mechanics. But for now-since she was a little too overheated herself-she decided to let it go. "Thanks for the education." She slapped her hands to her bare knees. "It's been great, but now I need to-"
"Give me the kiss you owe me."
Her stomach bottomed out, her legs turned to noodles, and her backbone froze stiff. A feeling not unlike alarm, but probably more like anticipation, churned inside her.
Spencer brought her face around to his. "You cursed."
"I didn't." Did she? "When?"
"When I first got here. Twice actually, so I suppose if we're accurate, you owe me two kisses."
What had she said? What had she … oh, yeah. She remembered her outburst, and her slipups. But that was partly his fault. "You took me by surprise."