Page 12 of A Million Times, Yes

“There are times when I read or scroll social media, but mostly I just listen to music and sink into the water.” Her smile returned. “You look fascinated that someone could do this.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“If I’m lying in water, something is happening. I’m not just doing nothing. Unless it’s a cold plunge—that doesn’t count because that’s fucking torture.”

“What would that ‘something’ look like?”

If Maya recognized me from my NHL career, I assumed she would have said something. If she knew I was a Worthington or part of my family’s empire, she wouldn’t have asked if I took the T or the bus; she would assume I had an extensive car collection with a personal driver.

That told me every question that came out of her mouth was genuine. It wasn’t based on something she’d read online or an alert she’d gotten from one of the gossip apps, her attempt at distinguishing fact from fiction. She truly didn’t know that a guy like me wouldn’t lie in water unless his hand was involved.

“Maya, you’re digging for an answer that I’m not sure you really want to hear.”

First, she gave me her teeth as she dragged them over her lip. Then she gave me a squint that told me she was trying to see what my reply would be. “What if I do?”

Even though the cars had cleared and we could pass, neither of us attempted to. “Are you telling me you’re enticed?” A reference toyesterday’s conversation, the one that had ended with me telling her to think about it and then jogging off in the opposite direction.

Her nod was slow. “I think I am.”

I ran my hand down my stomach. “So you’re saying you want to hear about the way I’d touch my dick if I was in there? Because that’s what I’d do if I was in a bath. I’d be fucking stroking it, Maya.”

Her skin turned red. “What would you be thinking about?”

“You.”

Her brows shot up. “That’s what would be on your mind ...me?”

“I’d be visualizing every inch of your naked body. What you would taste like. What you would feel like while I was fucking you. What you would sound like.” I ran my tongue over my teeth. “I think you enjoy the fact that if I got you naked, I’d know exactly what to do to your body, reading your movements, listening to all the things it’s telling me.”

“You mean, for a person who doesn’t listen.” She flicked her teeth over her bottom lip.

I shook my head and grinned. “It’s the only time I make an exception.”

“What if I’m different?” She shifted her weight. “What if I don’t enjoy what the others like? Then what? Mr. Cocky goes back to the drawing board?”

She thought she had me.

But she wasn’t even close.

I took a step toward her, gripping the back of my neck as I asked, “Were you born with a clit?”

She hadn’t stopped smiling since I’d arrived. That didn’t change now either. “Yes.”

“And a few inches below your clit, is there a hole that would fit my tongue if I slid it in just right?”

“Yes.” Her chest rose and stayed high.

“And if I crawled my fingers down a little bit lower, would those fingers hit your ass?”

She nodded.

I wondered if that ass was a virgin.

I would ask, but not yet.

I squeezed my neck to keep my hand far away from her. “Then I assure you, Maya, I will know just what to do with you and I will know just what you want.” I did a slow scan down her body. “When you’re ready for that taste, you let me know.”