He shook his head, cutting her off. “Never apologize. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t doing it wrong.”

She let out a dreamy sigh and fell back on the table. “God, no. You couldn’t have done it more right if you’d tried.”

“Good.” Like she was a child, he scooped her up off the table and carried her. She thought he’d stop by the sofa, but to her surprise, he went up the stairs and all the way to her bedroom, gently laying her down on her back. Then he lay next to her and curled his big body against hers. She was the small spoon, and, oh, this was almost as nice as the orgasm. She loved cuddling.

Almost as nice. That orgasm had been pretty amazing.

She hugged Hank’s arm to her waist, not complaining when he slid it up to her breasts and cupped one. That had probably been the best orgasm she’d ever had. Did she tell him? Or would that seem insincere? Becca didn’t know. He’d asked her what she’d liked, and he’d taken his sweet time, making sure that it was good for her, and he hadn’t even come yet. Heck, she could feel the hot brand of his dick in his jeans, pressing against her backside.

But he wasn’t rushing her. Instead, he just held her close and toyed with her hair, his hand possessively on her breast. She wished he’d kiss her neck again, but their size differences made that impossible in this position, so she just smiled and snuggled back against him. “Just for the record, that was amazing.”

Hank’s low chuckle teased the top of her head. “Good. My first time. Glad I got it right.”

“You . . . never did that before?”

“Nah.” He paused, silent for a long moment. “Adria just wanted to have sex real quick like and then have me go to sleep. Couldn’t figure out why. Now I know it’s because she wanted to go through my wallet, but at the time I just thought maybe she wasn’t into me touching her. That my hands were too rough or something.”

“I like your rough hands,” Becca admitted, since they were being open and honest. It was easier when you weren’t looking at the other person’s face to confess things like that . . . and the fact that he’d just made her come so hard helped the words ease out of her, too. “I like them all over me.” And she squeezed the hand resting on her breast.

One rough finger moved back and forth, teasing the tip of her breast, and she had to bite back a moan. “Kinda like ’em all over you, too. You’re so soft.” His voice was full of wonder. “Everywhere.”

That made her blush. It was also turning her on again, and she thought about turning around and pushing him onto his back so she could go down on him, but his fingers were teasing her nipple so perfectly she was going to be selfish for a moment longer.