I flinch. “Me? Why would I be bothered by your virginity, Baby girl? If I’m lucky enough to convince you that you belong with me, I’ll be honored and humbled to know that I’ll be the first and only man to be inside you.”
Her jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. Why would you want to have sex with someone who has no idea how to please you?”
“Oh, sweet girl. That’s not how it works. Put any concerns out of your mind. You please me simply by existing. I hate the circumstances that brought you to my door, but I’m so fucking glad you’re here, and I’m ten times more pleased to have discovered we share a mutual attraction. It hasn’t been one-sided all these years.”
“Still…”
I shake my head. “With respect to your virginity, I’m a caveman, sweetheart.” I thrust my chest out a bit. “Have my pecs grown in the last few seconds from how fucking elated I am?”
She giggles. She’s absently rubbing my knuckles with her fingertips.
“There are no rights or wrongs regarding sex, Autumn. When you’re ready, I will do my very best to make your first time pleasurable.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“Of course I can.” I squeeze her thighs. “Now, stop worrying about sex. When we get there, we get there.”
“You’re so certain.”
“Very. Yes.” I’m beyond certain. My certainty is growing by the minute. She’s mine. An angel from heaven swooped down and set her in my path. The timing might have been off four years ago, but it’s perfect now.
I hate that her father was murdered for her to get here, but she’s here, and I’m not letting her go without a fight.
“Next question,” I declare.
“I’m not sure I can take another one,” she groans.
“Sassy girl. Tell me in what context you thought about being spanked.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“What kinds of books have you read that include spanking?”
“What kinds?”
“Yep.” She’s stalling. It’s a good sign. If she reads about regular BDSM practices in a club setting or otherwise, she wouldn’t be hedging this much.
“Can we talk about something else? You’re so pushy.”
“I’ll offer a trade.”
She tips her head to one side. “I doubt I’m going to like your trades.”
I smirk. “Me, too. But here it is: Either you answer my question, or you hand over your phone and let me peruse your reading list.”
She winces. “Not a chance. How mortifying!”
“What better way to show me what you’re into than to share your books with me?”
Autumn shakes her head. “No way.”
I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll narrow my questions then. When you visualize getting spanked, who spanks you?”
Her cheeks pinken. “You.”
Fuck, she’s cute again. “Do I spank your bare bottom?”
“Yes.”