“Hey, you’re talking about what gets you off and you’re sitting on my lap. I’m only human, Jeege.”
“Fine. If I say one thing that I think about, will you just give me a few simple tips, and we’ll call this lesson done for tonight?” Her cheeks were pink, and it was cute as hell.
There was nothing I wouldn’t talk about with Gracie, but I’d be lying if I said I ever thought we’d be talking about this.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I liked it.
“Yes. Tell me.”
She tapped her finger against her lips as if she was deep in thought. Her eyes looked up at the sky for several beats, and then she turned to me. “It could be the wine talking, but I think I might like it if a man took charge, you know? Like not in a way where he rushes things, but in a way that he just knows what I need and what I want, and he tells me what to do so he can please me. That probably makes no sense.”
Holy fuck.
Hearing what she wanted. What she longed for. It was sexy as hell.
How had any man not been able to give her what she needed? She was eager and curious and passionate.
What a fucking privilege it would be to please this woman.
It took everything in me not to react physically, so I schooled my features, not giving anything away.
I placed a hand beneath her chin and turned her until her gaze met mine. “It makes perfect sense. You’ve never had a lover who was tuned in to what you wanted, what you needed. You want a man who can read your signals. A man who can sense what your body needs and wants. And that’s a good thing. But you need to give him those signals so he can do that.”
“Okay,” she said, the word coming out very breathy, which made me even harder than I already was. “So I need to show him what I want with my body language, right?”
“Yes.”
“And how do I do that?”
“Do you want me to show you?” I asked, and now it was my voice that was gruff. “I mean, I can show you without doing anything.”
She’d had a lot to drink, and I was not that guy. Never had been, never would be.
But I could give her something without crossing a line.
She nodded. “Yes. Please show me.”
“All right, I’ll give you an example.” I tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and pulled her closer as I used the tip of my tongue to trace a line down her neck, and then I trailed my lips over the same path before leaning close to speak against her ear. “So if you like this, you show the person by tilting your head back just the way you’re doing right now. You’ve arched into my touch, which tells me you’re enjoying it.”
Her eyes were closed, and I moved to the other side of her neck and repeated what I’d just done, and she nearly fell against my body. It seemed to startle her, because she sprang forward and nodded before jumping off my lap.
“Okay. I can do that. Arch into it.”
I froze for a moment, taking in the way she’d responded, how instinctively her body had reacted.
I’d barely touched her, yet she’d reacted, and it was sexy as hell.
My pulse spiked, and I bit back a groan, unable to think of anything but the way she’d moved, the way she’d trusted me—the way it made me ache to do it again.
She’d liked it.
And so did I.
Her skin was soft and smooth.
Strawberries and coconut flooded my senses.
I shook it off, schooled my features again, and looked up to meet her gaze.
