“Smart-ass.” He leaned over and peppered kisses up her spine. “Let’s crawl in bed for a few hours and figure out how else we’re gonna spend these three weeks together.”
Chapter Nineteen
It was weird napping during the day.
It was really weird napping with a woman.
A naked woman.
A naked, snuggly woman.
Tobin brushed the hair out of Jade’s face and ran his hand down the side of her body, stopping at the curve of her ass.
She stirred against him and made a little moan.
Fuck. He loved how vocal she was.
Her soft lips teased his pectoral as she rubbed her nose and cheek across his chest. “For you being so hard here, you sure make a great pillow.”
“Glad you think so. It’s yours anytime you want.”
Jade shifted to look at him and smiled shyly. “Hi.”
He grinned at her. “Hey, baby.”
“I don’t suppose we can laze in bed all day.”
“We can do whatever you want.”
She ruffled his chest hair with her fingers.
“Something on your mind?”
“Two things actually.”
He waited, forcing himself not to freak out, but in his experience, shit like this never went well for him.
She sighed. “I’ve always been a geeky orchestra girl with her nose buried in a book. Hot guys never noticed me. I’m not saying that to get sympathy or anything. It’s just something you should know.”
“Why? I don’t see that it matters now because I’ve more than noticed you.”
“You’ve got mad bedroom skills, plus confidence and charm. I don’t know if I can keep up. So I want you to be honest with me if I . . . disappoint you.”
He counted to ten. “Seems like you wanna do this now, so we’ll do it now and be done with it for good.”
“Done with what?”
“Old baggage. Old exes.”
“I also said you had mad bedroom skills, but you didn’t pick up on that,” she retorted.
Tobin grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back. “You did see how hard I came, right? You heard me. You watched me. So you’ve got some mad bedroom skills yourself, baby.”
She smirked. “Fine. Dish on the exes and then I’ll feel superior about the women who were too stupid to keep you.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I was a virgin until I started college. The first girl I slept with became my girlfriend. We dated maybe six months. She wanted more of the date-type relationship, going to movies or out to eat or events at the college. When we were alone she just liked to cuddle. Her saying that to me—a horny eighteen-year-old guy—was way fuckin’ worse than bein’ friend-zoned. At least in that zone there’s no body-to-body contact. Her snuggling into me, rubbing on me sometimes all night? I hated that she assumed I’d be okay with junior-high-type physical contact.”
“So did you get wild on Sorority Row after that?”
“Never as much as my buddies thought I should. I liked the idea of being with one person. My next semi-serious relationship was in grad school. At first we had a lot of sex, but then . . . Then we didn’t do anything but study and she’d bitch about her parents. The longer we were together the less sex was part of our relationship. Then all she ever needed from me was a rubber ear.” He cringed. “I pulled the ultimate dick move and told her if she bought a rubber cock then she wouldn’t need me at all.”
Jade snickered. “And that was the last time you saw her.”
“Yep. I moved home after getting my master’s. While I was waiting for my life to begin and for the job offers to start pouring in, I started seeing a woman a few years older than me. She taught third grade in Saratoga. We clicked and started making plans—life plans. But she didn’t want to leave Wyoming so she encouraged me to only apply for jobs within driving distance. So I turned down a great job in Omaha.”
“She asked you to turn it down?”
“I tried to do the mature relationship thing and discuss it with her first, but she said if I wanted to be with her then I should be willing to make sacrifices. I ended up working at the Split Rock part time and serving as a hunting guide the rest of the time. I don’t know why I trusted her or believed that we were building something permanent. She owned a house but she wouldn’t let me move in with her. Instead I had to live at home which fucking sucked. We didn’t ever hang out with her friends or her colleagues. She didn’t want to meet my buddies. She kept me a dirty little secret. Within two days of the school year ending, she broke it off with me. Evidently I was a placeholder until her real boyfriend was released from jail. She took off on the back of his bike.” He released a nervous laugh. “I’ve never told anyone that story.”