For some reason her astonishment didn’t even faze him. Instead a sensual smile spread across his handsome face.
He lifted his hand and held it, palm up. “It’s a perfect fit in my hand. A nice round curve that’s firm, yet graspable.”
Oh-my-God!
“Don’t look so surprised Tammy. You have a great body. I’m surprised you’re not chased all over town.”
She was certain her blush was glowing in the interior of the car now.
“Then again, you do work too much. I guess that doesn’t leave much for socializing.”
“I’m not interested in dating at the moment.”
He tilted his head back slightly as if to read her better. After a moment he nodded. “I suppose Richard took care of that for you—the fear of intimacy.”
It wasn’t a question, but yes, he was right. She was scared of intimacy.
“However, you had no problem responding to me.”
She looked down at her hands that were folded on her lap. Of course she didn’t, she was in love with him. She couldn’t look at him, or he’d see her feelings as clear as day. He had a knack for seeing into her all too easily. She felt a strong warm finger under her chin. He tilted her head up so she’d meet his eyes. He already knew she was attracted to him, but not how much she really loved him.
“I know it’s difficult for you, the openness I have with the opposite sex about intimacy. However, it’s not uncommon for people to discuss their preferences. You’re just not used to it.”
“No, I’m not.” She could breathe a sigh of relief. He couldn’t see the affection for him in her eyes, but assumed it was something else. What he didn’t know is her patients had questions about things like that and it didn’t bother her to listen at all. However, because she didn’t have any experience, she would refer them to some counseling or to an expert in the field. She’d never try and give advice on something she knew nothing about. She’d heard just about anything and everything that had to do with sex, but just couldn’t bring herself to open up and do the same especially with someone she was in love with.
“You are curious though.”
It wasn’t a question, but statement. They’d already established the curiosity thing, but she nodded, answering it.
“Tell me what you expect, then.”
“P—Pardon?” Her jaw fell as it sunk in what he meant. “I—I can’t do that.”
“Okay, then tell me what you think intimacy should be like.”
She flushed bright red. “Lance, this isn’t easy for me.”
“I know it isn’t, but we’re friends. You should be able to talk about this with a man. That way he knows what you expect, your fears, and your pleasures.”
“Oh God,” she breathed out. Then her belly somersaulted at an image of him on top of her, flesh on flesh; his hard, heavy body, pressing her into the mattress, while he made love to her. His large hands circling her wrists and pinning them over her head—And that mouth! Oh, that hot mouth, moving over her skin. How could she possibly tell him that her fantasies were about him? That the images she saw of intimacy were about them together? That she wanted to know what it was like having his hot muscular body touching every inch of her? She pinched her eyes shut and groaned. Thankfully he misread it.
He only chuckled. “Okay, I’ll stop. This is making you uncomfortable.”
“Very.”
“I just think it’s fascinating that you haven’t been intimate with a man considering the amount of passion you showed me earlier.”
“I—It was unexpected. I think I just went with it.”
He shook his head slowly. “People don’t just go ‘with it’. There’s always some attraction there whether it be sexual, or emotional.”
Why did he have to be so darn insightful? Still, no use in lying, he’d see right through her. “There is. You know there is. You found that out last night.”
There was a slight pause before he answered, and when she met his eyes, she could see he was contemplating her statement. She thought he might be offended or put off by her confession, but he surprised her, yet again.
“Good. I was just checking. You were quite off balance last night after your parents’ party. I didn’t want to embarrass you by assuming.”
Good?Her eyes went to his handsome profile as he stared out the front window for a moment. She was always very vocal about things, but not about intimacy. Maybe he was right, that she should ask questions and quiet her curiosity. There was one question, and before she lost her courage, she asked. “Do you really think I have a nice bottom?” After all, hers wasn’t the first rear end he’d put his hands on. She really had to know if he was just trying to make her feel better about herself because she was upset at the time.
