Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(38)

I shrugged. “Elite gymnastics isn’t exactly conducive to casual dating.”

“Yeah? Is that the only reason?”

“I’m a busy girl,” I said, purposely leaving it vague.

“Something tells me it had more to do with impatience…or maybe boredom,” he said.

“Boredom?”

“I think girls your age start to lose patience for boys that don’t know what they’re doing.”

He was so close to the bull’s-eye that I narrowed my eyes and sat back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest. Truthfully, I’d had a string of duds in the last few years. Zach was slightly better than the rest, but he had been naive and just as inexperienced as me. After him, I’d had high hopes for Noah, but that had crashed and burned. They were all the same: young and nervous and shaking. It’s like they wanted to look but were too scared to touch.

I’d be damned if I let Erik know that though.

“I assure you, Zach kept me plenty interested,” I replied with a suggestive smile.

His gaze slid to my mouth and my smile faded. I licked my bottom lip, trying to ease the tension growing between us. It swirled in the air, tingling against my bare skin.

“Somehow I don’t believe that.” He tilted his head and ran his finger along his smooth jaw. My lips ached to do the same. “I’ve never met an interesting Zach.”

He was egging me on with his f*ck-me smile and smooth words. He seemed wholeheartedly unaffected by my presence in his kitchen and that only made me want to push back harder. I liked this little game we were playing and I’d die before I let him see me falter, so instead of backing down, I leaned forward until my breasts hit the island and offered him a slow-spreading smirk.

“This one was interesting enough to take my virginity.”

I caught his sharp intake of breath, that fleeting moment of shock at my blunt response. For a moment, I tasted control and I f*cking loved it, but then a devilish grin overtook his lips and a rush of heat pooled between my thighs.

I’d just poked a bear.

“So you’ve been f*cked, Brie?”

My jaw dropped, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. Asshole.

“I have f*cked,” I corrected coolly, as though the semantics mattered at the moment.

“How’d he take you that first time?”

My chest tightened and I resisted the urge to flatten my palm there, to ease the pain. He wanted details. Fire burned through me. It’d be so easy to walk away, but I liked this. It was fun to shock him, to say the dirty words out loud.

I answered with a calm tone, like the words spilling out of my mouth were fitting for an afterschool special. “He took me to his house when his parents were at work and he locked us in his room. He kissed my neck as he bent me over the edge of his bed. I can still remember the exact moment when his hand first dipped between my legs.”

His brow arched in disbelief though the devilish grin spread an inch wider. “I think you’re lying.”

I was exaggerating.

There’s a difference.

Zach had barely managed to roll on a condom before he came, buried halfway inside me. It’d been the most disappointing moment of my life, but I had technically been bent over his bed.

“I can’t imagine Virgin Zach knew how to handle you,” he continued with a voice that finally sounded strained.

“I don’t care what you can imagine.”

“Is that right?”

I nodded, past the point of return.

“How did he make you come?” he asked with a challenge in his eyes.

Heat coiled around my chest and neck. It felt like it was a hundred degrees in his kitchen. Boiling hot. I was more turned on than I’d ever been before and he hadn’t even touched me. His hands were still on the granite, propping up his body and keeping him a safe distance from me.

“With his fingers,” I answered.

“And his mouth?”

How did we get to this point? I couldn’t believe Erik, my coach, was here asking me for specifics about my orgasms, and even more, I was answering. My stomach quivered and this time when I spoke, it was hardly more than a whisper.

“All the time…”

He smirked. He knew.

I turned away before he could sense my embarrassment. My hands worked to smooth my pajama shorts, but the pressure on my thighs was too much. I moved them away as he replied.

“I think you’re lying, Brie.” My breath caught in my throat as I glanced up and met his smoldering gaze once again. “You’ve never really had your * licked.”

God.

That word.

He couldn’t say that word and expect me not to storm out…and yet I wasn’t leaving. I was melted to my spot, trying hard to ignore my pounding heart, my sweaty palms, the urge to wet my lips again.

“Did he make your body burn?”

My skin felt warm and a cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck.

He laughed, a low chuckle that told me he was teasing me, playing with me. I was an idiot. I whipped my head back to look at him.

“If you mean the way I feel when you’re around me? No, he never infuriated me the way you do.” His eyes narrowed. “You have a way of crawling under my skin like no other man ever has before.”

The edge of his mouth tipped up again, amused. “So not counting the boys, Brie—how many men have you been with?”