He had to chuckle. She was naked in his backyard shed, practically pushing herself onto his cock, and she couldn’t say the word “period”?

“Yeah, Andie-girl. That will work just fine.” If his dick would shrink about two sizes, it would work even better, but he was definitely not going to tell her that. He’d just get her wet enough she wouldn’t notice she was tight as any virgin.

Except the last time he’d been inside her, it had gone badly. Even if she wasn’t afraid of him, he wanted to make sure he didn’t trigger any bad memories. His brain whirred into action. He’d gone too fast last time, definitely. This time, it would be all slow. Also, she had been on the bottom, which was probably—he didn’t want to think about that. Top. She could be on top. That would be perfect. The bench press bar had to go, though, or one of them would certainly end up with a concussion.

He reached past her and gripped the bar, lifting it out of its cradle. Bending his elbows, he let it drift back past his head. As soon as it cleared his forehead, he dropped the bar with a crash. “Andra, could you . . . ?” He reached down and snapped the elastic waistband of his shorts, currently caught around his thighs and beneath hers.

“Right, of course.” She stood up and tugged his shorts down his legs, toeing off her cowboy boots.

She bent down, pulling off his shoes, then starting on his socks. He sat up, shucking off his shirt as he went. “Hey, I’ll get those.”

“Too late.” She flipped her hair back, and uncertainty flashed through her green eyes. “So should I—I mean, where do you want me?”

He rubbed his hands down her arms and lifted her hands so he could kiss one and then the other. Why didn’t he have anywhere romantic to take her? Someplace with candles and an air conditioner and a big bed about a million miles away from his mama’s room. He wanted Andra to be comfortable.

“How about my lap?” He gave her a smile—the teasing one that usually cheered her up. “You seemed like you liked it earlier.”

Her eyes warmed, and she let him draw her back to her feet and tug her forward until she had to part her thighs to allow room for him and the weight bench. This time, she blushed as she spread her legs. He didn’t want her to be self-conscious about any part of this, so he searched for a way to distract her.