Never in her wildest dreams would Chrissie have predicted that s*x with Ian would be as mind-blowing as it was. She’d figured that he’d be just as reserved in bed as he was in conversation. Maybe a little awkward, the way he was when he tried to flirt.
None of that was the case. Over the next couple of weeks, she discovered that he was open to anything; maybe it was his experimental scientific-method side. Nothing felt off-limits with him. And his tendency toward awkwardness—out of bed—meant that she never felt that he was criticizing her.
“Is it…okay?” she’d asked anxiously when Ian had first buried his head between her legs. He’d completed the first outrageously arousing stroke of his tongue and looked up at her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, not too…much?” Dustin used to mock her for
