“No, it’s okay.” I looked at him again. “It can take me a long time to reach orgasm. My ex used to get impatient.”

Henry’s expression plainly conveyed his disgust. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

“No.”

“I already knew he was a dick, but Jesus. That’s a whole new level of assholery.”

“Yeah.” I bit my lip. “After a while, it made me really self-conscious about even trying for one. I used to fake them.”

A smile ghosted his lips. “I hope you told him that eventually.”

“I wish I had.”

“I cannot believe the way he treated you. Or his kids.” Henry gathered me in his arms and pulled me back against his chest again. “It makes me fucking furious.”

“Me too.”

He pressed his lips to my wet hair for a moment. Then he abruptly picked up his head. “Wait, you weren’t faking tonight, were you?”

I had to laugh. “No, I assure you, I was not. Those were all real. I could hardly believe it when I felt the first one building. I haven’t had one in so long—at least not one that I didn’t give myself.” It made me blush to admit it in front of Henry, but it also felt so good to be this open with him.

“Oh, believe me, I get it. Mine have all been self-service lately.”

“For how long?” I asked, curious if there had been anyone since his wife left.

“Maybe six, eight months?”

I sat up again and looked back at him. “Eight months? Didn’t your ex just leave you last fall?”

“Yeah, but things had been pretty terrible throughout spring and summer. Once that final round of IVF failed, she wanted nothing to do with me. And even before that, sex had become a chore for both of us.”

“Oh.” I settled back against him again.

“What about you? How long had it been?”

“God, I don’t even remember. He lost interest in me sexually years ago. We’d go through the motions every once in a while, but like I said—it wasn’t like I got any real pleasure out of it. I was always left feeling lonely and unsatisfied afterward. It was physical, but not emotional. We had no real connection.”

He kissed my head again. “I get it.”

“But tonight.” I grinned, flipping over and bringing my knees astride his thighs. “Tonight was very different.”

“Yeah?” He gave me a cocky half-grin that riled me up inside, even though we’d already had sex twice and it had to be nearly one in the morning.

I nodded, the strands of my wet hair dangling between us. “I’ve had more orgasms in one night with you than I’ve had in the last five years of marriage.”

“Good.” He looked smug. “Well, good for me, anyway.”