He shook his head as he began easing his jeans down muscular legs. “No, you don’t. I will carry you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

KAEGAN WISHED HE could kiss that shocked look right off Bryce’s face. It was obvious that, over the years, while his level of sexual experience had increased, hers had not. After they’d broken up, he had bedded a number of women to ease his pain and to try to make him forget she’d ever existed. When he’d found that impossible to do, he’d settled down to just bedding women whenever he needed to relieve primitive urges.

The women knew what to expect and what not to expect, and the one thing they understood was that love and forever were not in the picture. Since returning to the cove, the women he’d bedded weren’t bothered by his lack of commitment because they weren’t looking for love and forever any more than he was.

Bryce wasn’t saying anything, and he could just imagine what she was thinking. He figured he needed to address her fears...on more than one level. He was naked and she was staring at him below the waist like he’d exposed something she hadn’t seen before, when she had. Several times. However, he would admit it had grown in size. He was no longer in his early twenties and a lot of changes had taken place in his body since then.

“Bryce?”

She slowly tore her gaze away from his groin area to look up at him. Was she too shocked to speak? He found out that wasn’t the case when she suddenly exclaimed, “What happened? You weren’t that big.”

Kaegan would have rolled over in laughter if the expression on Bryce’s face wasn’t totally serious. Now he had two things to address to calm her fears before they could move forward. When he moved toward the bed, she actually backed up a little. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him or think his size would physically harm her in any way.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he said, “First of all, we don’t have to make love ten times for you to enjoy ten orgasms.”

She tilted her head like she didn’t totally agree with him on that, and that was fine. Those would have to be one of those I-will-just-have-to-show-you moments. “And as far as my size...”

“Yes?” she asked, leaning closer as if whatever explanation he gave her was something she just had to hear.

“Most guys reach their full penis size by the time they’re twenty-one or twenty-two. However, a man’s penis size is determined by his genes.”

“Oh.”

“In case you’re worried about anything, just keep in mind that size doesn’t matter because a woman’s body is built to adjust.”

She tilted her head and frowned at him. “Says who?”

“Says experience.”

He saw a flash of something that appeared in her eyes and recognized it for what it was. Something else they needed to address. The thought of him sleeping with other women was something she had to get beyond, like the thought of other men sharing her body was something he had to deal with and accept, as well. For them the important thing was not what happened during the ten years they were apart, but what was happening now.