I had. I absolutely had, and we both knew it.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his hands continuing their exploration. "Tell me what you've been fantasizing about."

"I want—" I stopped, embarrassed.

"No shame here," he encouraged. "Just honesty. Tell me."

"I want you to teach me," I admitted. "All the things I've been missing. Things I've never tried or only tried badly. I want—I want to know what good sex actually feels like. What I should have been experiencing all along."

His hands tightened possessively. "Turn off the stove."

I obeyed with trembling fingers, and he spun me around to face him.

"Forget dinner," he said. "I'm...