Behind the Curtain - Page 33

er. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. That’s . . . that’s amazing.”

“It’s not just that,” she said in a choked tone. God, could this possibly be more horrifying?

“Then what?” he asked, sounding puzzled. Concerned.

She lifted her head. Did she really have to spell it out for him?

“You barely even touched me for three seconds, and I was . . .” She covered her hot face, drowning in shame.

He laughed softly. She lowered her hands and glowered at him. Here she was, shocked by her unprecedented physical reaction, the strength of it . . . the quickness of it, and he was laughing at her?

This time, she succeeding in shoving herself up off the beach. She made a beeline in the direction they’d come, fueled by mortified outrage. He caught her elbow.

“Laila, stop. Listen to me.”

She spun around, his laughter still ringing in her head. She popped her palm against his shoulder. He started.

“You laughed at me.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” he defended, grasping her shoulders.

“Yes, you were!” she sputtered, pointing to where they’d sat on the beach.

“I was laughing at myself. At both of us, more accurately.” Even though what he’d said wasn’t flattering, something about the helpless earnestness of his tone penetrated her mortification.

“What . . . what do you mean?”

“Do you think I wasn’t worked up too? After being at the beach with you today?”

She just stared up at his shadowed face, her mouth hanging open. He lowered his head until their faces were just inches apart. “I came just as quickly as you did. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. There’s a lot of chemistry between us. More than I’ve ever experienced.”

She blinked. She’d never had anyone say something like that to her before. Yet from Asher’s mouth, the words didn’t sound coarse or dirty. Just private.

Exciting.

Still, she was confused.

“You mean . . . you mean, just now?” she asked hollowly.

He chuckled but immediately cut himself off. He must have felt her stiffen beneath his hands, and didn’t want to offend her again.

“No. At the secret lake. After you left.”

She pictured it suddenly, the vivid image striking her unprepared brain like a blow. Her flesh quivered in the aftermath.

“You just hadn’t gotten a chance for any relief yet. Right?” he asked. He opened his hand at the side of her head, his thumb caressing her cheek softly.

She thought of how prickly she’d been all afternoon and night . . . how she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She’d tried to touch herself in the shower but had been stopped by her mother and grandmother. That’d been why she’d been so primed to detonate when he finally did touch her.

“Right,” she whispered hesitantly. Were they really having this conversation?

“Well, I had. Quite a few times, actually,” he added in a distracted tone, as if he was counting the moments.

Laughter burst out of her throat. She couldn’t believe him. She popped his shoulder again, this time in amused remonstrance. His deep laughter twined with hers.

“I’m just being honest. What can I say? Guys are pigs.”

“You’re not a pig,” she managed to say between jags of laughter. He stepped closer, drawing her against him once again.

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