Fixing You: A steamy summer romance. (You Collection Book 3)

by Roya Carmen

  "I thought we could essentially focus on three things," he started. "The first being how you present yourself."

  She glared at him for a second but didn't utter a word.

  "What I mean is... you're beautiful. You just need to work with what you have," he added, flustered. "But we've talked about that already. Part two would be attitude," he carried on, "maintaining eye contact. It's all in the state of mind. If you think you're sexy, you will be. We won't be doing any official lessons. I mean, I don't have a guidebook to follow, but after a few hours with me... We'll play with flirting, dirty talk, sexting."

  She laughed. "I don't sext," she told him, the words brimming with finality.

  Damn, he was looking forward to that. The clever little thing would be so fun to play with. He was looking forward to pulling her out of her comfort zone. "You do now," he said casually.

  She smiled at him. "And I dirty talk too?" she asked, not so much a question, but rather a tease. It seemed she was already on the right track. She would be a quick study.

  "And we'll go on an official date," he went on. "Dinner and dancing, and you can show me your moves."

  She laughed. "I don't have any moves."

  "Oh, but you do.” He smirked. "You do now."

  "And then..." he carried on and faltered a bit. "If... if you're agreeable with this," he plowed on, feeling insanely nervous. He was walking a slippery rope and he didn't want to mess it all up. "We'll move on to sex, and I can teach you what I know... what men like."

  She sat motionless, mouth open. He had done it. He had gone too far. Damn, he knew he shouldn't have added that last bit. But he was so damn horny. She was driving him crazy. And truth was, he couldn't wait to get her into his bed. He knew he could have gone about it in a more seamless way, a slow seduction, instead of this disastrous revelation. He should have never put it out there, in the plan.

  Still, half a minute later, the poor thing was still speechless.

  Kirsten was without words. She couldn't believe the man. Was he suggesting they have sexual intercourse so blatantly, like he was going over the day's agenda with his colleagues at work? Sex might have been something he did every day with countless nameless bimbos, but for her, it was more than that.

  She cleared her throat. "Um... yes, quite the extensive plan you've cooked up."

  He smiled. "I know it's not much... just at the top of my head, you know. But if you'd like something more substantial, I could make you an iPad presentation. We've got just the right app for that."

  She shook her head and sat up straight. "I'm cool with the makeover and the date and the flirting," she told him, "but I think I'll take a pass on the sex."

  She thought she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes but he recovered quickly. "As you wish," he said, standing swiftly. "But we'll have a good time, either way... I think our dough is ready."

  He was obviously dismissing her because she wouldn't have sex with him. What a player. She didn't care. She had standards, after all.

  Kirsten didn't fail to notice how his shoulders stretched against the fabric of his t-shirt as he scattered flour across the surface of the table. He shot her a quick wink as if he could read her thoughts. "The lesson officially starts," he declared as he pressed the dough against the hard surface, his fingers skilled. "Not the pie-making lesson," he clarified, "the mastery of seduction... we'll call it," he added with a soft laugh.

  Kirsten smiled. She couldn't help it. He was being all kinds of hilarious. "Can I help?"

  "Grab the roller," he instructed. "And I'll help you roll the dough."

  As she wrapped her fingers around the handles of the roller and started rolling the dough, she felt a little uneasy. He stepped behind her and pressed his body against hers, too close. "Everything I do now is in the interest of your education," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot. Her heart skipped a beat, anticipating his next move.

  "I want to see how you react, how you handle certain situations... my advances," he went on as his hands brushed hers, barely. As she rolled the dough, he traced a soft line on her arm with the tip of his finger, gently and slowly, from her wrist, along the length of her arm, all the way to the edge of her t-shirt sleeve. His touch felt amazing. He was giving her chills. She closed her eyes for a second, taking it all in, the wonderful smell of the dough, the soft feel of his touch.

  "You're doing great," he added. "Just press a little harder." His fingers reached for a strand of her hair and he delicately pulled it back behind her shoulder, sending more shivers through her. He was literally making her body crazy. "Next time, wear a hair net."

  "Um..." she said, flustered. She was so aroused, she could barely string a sentence together. "You're right... much… more sanitary."

  He pressed closer against her and she felt his lips on her shoulder, his breath warm and all-consuming. God, he was turning her on. She couldn't take it anymore. She let go of the roller, and turned to him, her mouth reaching for his.

  He fixed her with dark eyes. "Turn back around," he ordered.

  And she did, very abruptly, wondering what the hell he wanted from her.

  "Don't be so eager," he told her, "like you haven't had sex in ages."

  I haven't, she thought but didn't utter a word.

  He pressed his hands on her leggings-clad rear and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. "Take your time. Let me seduce you," he mumbled against her skin.

  She closed her eyes, wishing she were more patient. She so badly wanted to kiss him. Instead, she stood motionless like an idiot. He kept stroking her ass and her thighs, moving slowly down between her legs. Oh God...

  She let out a soft moan.

  "That's it," he told her. "I like that. Show me how great I make you feel. Communicate with me. Do you like this?"

  She smiled as she closed her eyes. Yes, she could do this. "Yeah," she said, the word as smooth as honey. "I like that..." She felt rather than heard his soft chuckle.

  "Now, talk a little dirty to me. Show me what you've got."

  She stopped breathing for a beat or two, not knowing what to say... she was at a loss.

  "If you don't get a little dirty with me, I'll stop touching you."

  The ultimatum floated above her head, frustrating her. Damn him. She didn't want him to stop. “I… like that, baby." She didn't have to work at a seductive voice. She was so turned on, her arousal drenched every syllable. Breathless, she added in a whisper, "Touch me... feel how wet I am for you, baby." She felt his hand still for a beat, and he remained silent for the longest time.

  Finally, he whispered against her ear. "Wow... you're a quick learner, dragonfly. You deserve a sticker."

  She laughed. "Do you have any on you?" she asked. She wasn't thinking about stickers, but rather about condoms.

  "N-no, I... I don't," he replied, his usually very even voice was now a complete mess. He was obviously as turned on as she was. "But... I'll do you better than a sticker, baby," he said as he reached between her legs. "I'm going to make you come."

  She felt a rush a heat consume her core at his words. The thin fabric of her leggings barely created a barrier between his skilled fingers and her pussy. She closed her eyes and stood on the tip of her toes as she propped her ass up and spread her legs giving him full access. He pressed his fingers against her hard, back and forth. She couldn't believe she was about to get off standing over pie dough.

  "Now, don't turn around," he told as he kept pleasuring her. "Just reach out behind you, and touch me too."

  She reached for him and felt him through the thick fabric of his jeans. He was so hard... and so big. She turned to him, wanting to kiss him.

  He held her back. "No, turn around," he growled. "I want to bend you over the table and make you moan," he told her as he pressed his hand on her back. "Let me have my fun with you and just enjoy it."

  She let herself go. As ridiculous as she felt in her silly polka dot apron, she melted into his hand as he rubbed her senseless. Her clima
x came on quickly, slowly spreading heat through her and making her cry out loud in pleasure, the sound of her orgasmic moans echoing off the walls. God, he could make her feel so good. She had never been happier to be a woman than she was at that moment, to be able to enjoy someone's touch this intensely. She had forgotten what that felt like. She could only imagine what he could do to her, naked.

  When she came to, she was slightly mortified. "You can turn around now," she heard him say. But she didn't want to. She didn't want to face him. She slowly reluctantly turned to him.

  She couldn't quite look at him as she studied the tiny flowers on her socks. He took her chin in his hand, just as he done before and held her face to his. "Look at me, dragonfly... tell me you loved that."

  She smiled and looked straight into his beautiful eyes, the color of a tropical sky. "I loved that."

  "That was amazing... seeing you come apart like that, lose all your inhibitions under my touch. It’s good for a man's ego."

  She pressed her hand against him and felt him still hard as a rock. "I want to touch you too."

  4

  I believe you get an A+, Miss Beals

  God... had he wanted to kiss her. But this wasn't about getting into a relationship, about starting something he couldn't finish. He didn't want to give her the wrong idea. Because if there was one thing he knew about Kirsten Beals is that she was definitely the type who got emotionally involved. He'd have to thread carefully with her. But all he wanted to do when she had turned around and fixed him with those beautiful eyes full of desire, was to bite that delicious bottom lip of hers.

  He hadn't planned to do what he had just done. It hadn't been part of the 'lesson'. He had just had the sudden urge to make her scream in pleasure, to see her lose her inhibitions under his spell. And she didn't disappoint. Seeing the ordinarily very proper and put-together woman completely lose herself under his touch, under his control, was so amazing. He couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to please her all over again.

  And now... she wanted to pleasure him too. As much as he wanted that, this wasn't about him. It was about her. And a nice cold shower in the near-future would have to do. As she pressed her hand on him, he almost lost his resolve. He was still so hard and her hand would feel so good, but they weren't quite there yet. They were moving too fast. And they needed to take things slower. He grabbed her hand reluctantly and stopped her. "Let's keep the lesson on manual pleasuring until a bit later."

  She eyed him with a surprised expression. "Are you sure?"

  He smiled at her. No, he wasn't sure. He wanted her hands all over him. "When you jerk off a guy, it should come naturally. It shouldn't involve a conversation," he pointed out and turned his back to her. He needed to get away from her to stay on the right track. Suddenly he was veering off into emotional attachment territory, a place he had never ventured before. But with her, it was different. There was something so lovable about her. He didn't want to ever let go of her. Ever.

  "What I need you to do is to peel some apples for me," he said as he handed her a bowl of Red Delicious apples and a peeler. She started peeling without a word, confusion and hurt written all over her face. The poor girl couldn't quite seem to keep up with him. There was obviously a lot more work to be done.

  Kirsten had no clue what was going on. One minute, they were making a pie, and the next he was draped over her, rubbing her into ecstasy. It was amazing, until he got all weird about it. And now she just wanted to crawl out of her skin. They peeled and chopped apples, added some spices, put the pie together, complete with a lattice top. That part had been fun, and she had almost forgotten all about their earlier sexcapade. They did all this under a very disquieting silence. When he pronounced the pie done and slipped it into the oven, she thanked him. And as she closed the door behind her as she left his place, she could finally breathe properly.

  Later that night, over a cup of tea, her mother asked her how the pie baking went. Thankfully, Lorraine was reading the paper and didn't notice Kirsten's face turn crimson red.

  "Uh... it... it was great," Kirsten told her, remembering the sensations Ethan had brought out in her. She hadn't realized her body had so many nerve endings until that moment. "Baking an apple pie is a really long process actually," she added casually. Especially when one takes an intermission for a little sexual play, she thought with a smile.

  "That's why I've never made one," Lorraine added, her head still buried in her paper.

  "It's fun," Kirsten told her. And she blushed again, thinking about Ethan' arms wrapped all over her. It was all she could think about.

  Her cell chirped. It didn't chirp often since her break-up with Logan, and she was glad for the distraction, wondering who it could be. Her breath hitched when she saw Ethan's name.

  Hey ;)

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  Hey ;), she replied.

  Not exactly original, she knew, but she wasn't quite sure what else to say. Her heart was beating so hard, probably stealing the oxygen from her brain.

  Where r u? What r u doing?

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  Am in the kitchen, having tea with my mom.

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  No, no, no... you are not.

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  But I am.

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  No... you r in bed. Always say u r in bed.

  She almost laughed out loud, realizing what he was doing. This was all part of the lesson. Well, she was game.

  I am in bed. Naked.

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  ;)... that's more like it.

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  I was thinking about u. About what u did to me.

  She waited a while for his reply, wondering where he was.

  I LOVED doing that to you.

  She bit her lip as she read the message, suddenly aroused. She wanted to play.

  I want u to do that again. Soon. And I want to do it to u too.

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  Yeah baby, me too. You were beautiful.

  Suddenly, she wanted him... now. She could barely contain herself.

  Where r u? What r u doing?, she typed, hoping he was right next door.

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  At a club with some buddies.

  Her heart sank. He was just having a little fun with her, most likely while waiting at the bar for his drink order. He would undoubtedly be leaving with a tall gorgeous bimbo in no time. If she stood against the front door and looked out the peep hole, she could probably see them walk by. Of course, she would never do that, but the fact that the thought had even entered her mind disturbed her a little.

  Having a lot of fun, no doubt, she wrote, shoulders sagging.

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  I am surrounded by beautiful women, and all I can think about is you.

  What a bunch of crock, she thought. She had had just about enough of Mr. Smooth.

  Bye Ethan.

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  What?! That it?

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  Bye

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  You have failed miserably at sexting... I give you a D-.

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  D-? I will take it. Sounds good to me. Now leave me the fuck alone.

  She wasn't quite sure why she was suddenly so angry and vulgar. But she knew it had a little something to do with jealousy. She hated that he was out there, 'surrounded by beautiful women', as he put it.

  Grade revised. I give you a B- for the use of the word 'fuck', although the context is all wrong.

  She couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, she wanted an A+ and she knew she had it in her. Her fingers trembled as she typed the message, going as fast as she could, not wanting to lose her nerve.

  Ethan... get those bimbos off u, and come here and fuck me. All I can think about is u between my legs.

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  I will be there in five!!!

  Oh God... Was he serious? Her heart was pounding hard against her rib cage. She hadn't expected this. Here she was doing the Jumble and having tea with her mother, and suddenly she was about to be fucked senseless. She was absolutely not wearing the ri
ght kind of underwear. She raced to her room. Her phone chirped again and she lunged for it.

  I was kidding. U get an A+. That was hot!!!

  Her heart sank. He was playing with her.

  Asshole.

  She was driving him insane. When he read those words, his dick had gone from 0 to 60 in about two seconds. He wasn't sure if she was serious or not. She couldn't be... she was having tea with her mother for heaven's sake. She couldn't have been serious. And besides, he didn't want to go there quite yet. He didn’t want to get too involved with her. He would be better off going home with one of the gorgeous women at the club. But the problem was he didn't want any of them. All he wanted was Kirsten. She was all he could think about. He hadn't been lying when he had written those words.

  Here he was, acting like a complete lost cause again, going over to the Beals under the pretext of being neighborly and bringing freshly baked goods. But he knew he was so full of it. He knew what he really wanted was to see Kirsten again. That little text conversation between the two of them had worked him up good. Sure, he'd sexted women before, much filthier stuff, much longer conversations. But none of them had managed to arouse him as much as Kirsten did. He was tossing and turning all night, thinking about her. She was the first thought he had when he woke up.

  So now he was standing at her door with the pie they had baked.

  Lorraine answered with a big smile. He could see the resemblance between Kirsten and her mother when they smiled. They both had that wide infectious down-to-earth grin.