My heart started pounding and heat flooded my body. Thank goodness we were beyond the awkwardness. This was a much better place to be. “We can fix that.”
“We can. You know what else friends don’t do?”
Excitement blossomed in my belly, spreading that delicious heat that only Tenor could create. “What?”
“Show you how possible those impossible intimate scenes really are from your books.”
A strangled sound left me. “I’m not sitting on your face.”
He stroked his thumb up and down the side of my wrist. A shiver traced from his touch to right between my legs. A direct path. “Aren’t you just a little curious?”
A lot curious. And a lot mortified. “No.” My voice pitched up.
“Who knew you were a little liar.” A slow smile spread across his face. “I promise you, Ruby, I would very much like that.” He dropped his grip on my hand. “But it’s your choice.”
“It can’t be a good look for a girl.”
His gaze intensified. “It’s the best view.” He trailed his fingers over my collarbone, down the simple crop top I wore to the long, flowing skirt that was more comfortable for hanging out at home. “Those pretty pink folds, open and glistening, begging for my tongue.” He flattened his hand on my hip. “Those legs clamped around my head, and those sweet little moans vibrating through your whole body and right onto my tongue.”
My breathing quickened. Oh god. Was I going to do this?
Why not? Why not try it with a guy who made me feel treasured? This thing between us wasn’t supposed to be serious, and wasn’t that what two people having a fling did?
My heart raced. I was a vanilla girl. I didn’t have much experience outside of vanilla sex. Smothering him with my pussy didn’t feel vanilla.
Was I going to do this?
More importantly—was I going to miss out on the chance?
I lifted my chin. “Okay. Show me that’s not far-fetched.”
Tenor
Her shyness got to me. Dug into my chest real deep.
Was I a bastard for doing this?
I could give her this experience. I could show her how good it could be. How much I really liked it. We hadn’t even started and I knew it’d blow my damn mind.
I should back away. Have perfectly spectacular sex in the bedroom. But she truly didn’t believe a guy would like to have her on his face, all his for the taking. And that was just wrong. I led her to the couch and flipped the red-plaid throw blanket over the cushions.
Ruby glanced toward the window at the sun sinking toward the tops of the trees. “Right here?”
I’d take her anywhere, but I went back to that night when she’d been tucked into the corner of my couch and reading that romance novel with those scenes she didn’t believe. “That night you told me you didn’t believe it was possible? I very much wanted to show you then and there just how feasible it was.”
Her eyes flared the way they always did when I showed real interest. Good thing she couldn’t tell how much I really wanted her. It’d scare both of us away.
I lay on the couch, letting my feet dangle over the armrest, and tossed my glasses onto the end table behind my head. “Come here.”
She stood like a scared little deer and I was the truck bearing down on her.
That was my error. I tapped my chest. “Just stretch out with me first.”
She ran her hands down her skirt. The long fabric was just as sexy on her as the shorter skirts. More important, she felt comfortable in them.
Finally, she did as I asked. I tucked her toward the back of the couch and kept an arm banded around her. “I’m not going to ask you to strip and just crawl on top.”
She chuckled, her muscles relaxing under my hold. “I was kind of scared.”
