Dread trickled down Joe’s spine, killing his happy vibe. “Is part of this plan to become a vixen because you want to get him back?”
“No.” She recoiled.
“You want some other guy?” Joe persisted. He had to know before he took this further. “You have someone in your sights?”
“No.” She winced, looking equally horrified. “I just want to know what I’m doing. That what I’m doing is good for the guy I’m with. To have some confidence. Like I said already.” She glared at him. “That’s why I’m not happy about what’s happening here right now. I’ve come, twice, and you’re all hard and unsatisfied.”
“Sweetheart, I’m satisfied.”
“You’re not. You can’t be.”
“On one level I absolutely am.” He rubbed her thighs, unable to resist shifting closer to her. “You’ve no idea how good it feels to hear you moaning. To feel how hot and wet you get. Believe me, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
She looked so shyly pleased it almost killed him. Her lack of confidence here was nothing short of a crime.
“Didn’t he make you come like that?” he asked, trying to keep his voice soft and not let his anger toward the prick ex sound out.
“He wanted to liven things up. So we watched some porn.”
“Did it work?” Somehow he doubted it. He’d bet Abbi had spent the whole time watching it comparing herself to the women on-screen.
She shook her head.
“What else did you try?”
She rolled her eyes. “Do we have to do this?”
He wasn’t much loving it either, but he needed to know. For the lessons, right? “Yes. I’m your tutor—I need to understand exactly why you’re lacking in confidence in this area. You know as well as I do that learning something is hard when you don’t believe you can do it.” He slid his hand to the back of her neck, massaging her nape through her hair.
Hell, he wanted her so badly—wanted to see her fully relaxed and relinquishing all these worries. Welcoming him—no. It wasn’t about him. It was about her. And he could control his own selfish urges. “Learning anything is a whole lot easier when you’re having fun doing it. So relax and let go,” he murmured. “You have to be honest with me if we’re to get anywhere. I need to know your weaknesses. Part of the deal is that you can tell me anything. I need you to tell me.”
He inwardly winced as he said that last. Had he really just admitted he needed something from her? And it was this—her freaking sexual adventures with her ex?
She looked up at him. “You’re taking this tutoring idea seriously, aren’t you?”
He was her tutor. That was all. That was the only reason he’d said he needed anything from her. Right. He was back on track.
“I guess if you were only using me for sex, then you’d have actually had sex with me by now.” She colored. “But you can probably get sex any time…”
But he didn’t want it any time, with just anyone. “Tell me about what you did with him.”
Was he really going to keep torturing himself this way? Yeah, because he wanted to understand. He wanted to know more about her than he’d ever wanted to know about any woman.
“He wanted to try dressing up,” she mumbled. “Role-playing. I tried, I really did. But I just giggled and he said that killed it for him.”
“Nothing wrong with some laughter in the bedroom.” He rubbed her arm. “What about your other lovers?”
“Since Scott?” She swallowed. “Same problem.”
“You didn’t turn them on?” Joe flat-out didn’t believe her.
“He said I relied on my figure to get a fuck. That no guy likes a woman who just lies there.” She bent her head and hid her face from him. “So now you know. And it’s the same with you, isn’t it? You do everything and all I do is take it. Enjoy it.”
He said. Singular. Joe felt stupidly pleased. “It was a one-night stand?”
She nodded. “I showed off my boobs,” she said bitterly. “They weren’t enough.”
Her beautiful, bountiful breasts were but one part of her. A glorious part for sure, but she was more than enough. She just didn’t believe it. But he could help her with that. “So you think you need to learn some moves to be more of an equal participant?”
She nodded. “I need to know how to blow a guy’s mind.”
He chuckled at that. She really didn’t know she’d already blown his mind?
She shoved his shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“All right.” He stood up and held out his hand, lust and adrenaline and determination coursing through him. This he could control. This he could make work. This could be all about her…and only a little about himself. He got to enact an old fantasy, that’s all. “Come on then.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my bed. You’re going to have your wicked way with me.”
Chapter Eight
“Don’t expect sex early on to turn into something else.”
“I thought you said vixens didn’t put out on the first date.” Abbi was suddenly breathless. And hot. And afraid to believe she was finally going to get her wish.
“You were right about it not being our first date.” He winked. “We have six sessions, you’ve got to get the most out of every one.”
“If you’d rather not—”
He clapped his hand over her mouth. “Don’t even start with that, or you’ll have lesson number four right now and you’re really not ready for that.”
Hot silken moisture pooled at the top of her thighs. “What’s going to happen in lesson number four?”
He gave her an evil grin.
It drew another reluctant smile from her as she followed him deeper into his apartment. His easygoing nature and good humor warmed her. Joe Fuller, the guy every guy liked and so many women had loved. He left them with smiles. She was going to have to be careful not to let her heart get hurt.
She glanced around his bedroom. It wasn’t huge, but his bed was. The biggest she’d ever seen. She turned away from it to face him, quickly reaching up and kissing him to block out the moment of panic. Six lessons to become the ultimate lover. She was going to learn it all. She was going to be confident. Starting now.
And kissing him? Definitely helped.
“I want to see you naked,” she said as she broke free only long enough to breathe.
“Ditto.” He inhaled deeply. “As much as I’ve dreamed about stripping you slowly, I’m thinking you should take your clothes off for me. And I’ll remove my own. If you touch me, I’m not going to make it.”
Really? Abbi’s jaw dropped. Joe Fuller had dreamed about stripping her? When had he dreamed that? She smiled, about to ask, but he whipped off his T-shirt.
Abbi swore under her breath, all other thought evaporated.
“What?” He pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them.
“How many hours a day do you work out?” she asked accusingly.
“Why?” He followed the direction of her gaze and glanced down at his chest. “I’m naturally like this.”
“No one is naturally like that.” She poked him with her index finger as if struggling to believe he was real. Rock-hard. Ridged. Ripped.
But he was real. So hot.
“Take off your T-shirt,” he said, his smile widening. “Leave your bra on for me.”
She had to strip while faced with a body like his? But she wanted his body so badly, she was just going to have to suck it up.
Perhaps literally. Oh, yeah, maybe she was going to have to try that sometime.
Super quickly she pulled her tee over her head; she didn’t want to lose a second of seeing him.
He reached out and grabbed her waist, tugging her a step closer. She loved the firm heat of his big hands on her.
“Anyway, you’re naturally like this.” He swept his palms up her rib cage, his fingers lingering, caressing.
Abbi held her breath as slowly he skimmed over the silk and lace of her bra, reaching
around her to undo the clasp. Carefully he pulled the lace covering from her skin. His eyes didn’t leave her chest. She spread her arms so the straps slid down and off. The bra fell unheeded to the floor.
For a moment there was utter silence.
“So freaking lush.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at. “You have the most incredible curves.”
For once she was happy to have a man stare at her breasts. Because while Joe was looking at them with something akin to awe in his gaze, she was looking back at him almost the exact same way. Well, she was feasting her eyes on him with total awe.
“They’re magnificent, Abbi,” he said softly. “But even without them, you’re so much more than enough.”
She so wasn’t. But she was going to be. After these six lessons.
“Unlike you I can be honest and admit I do work out. Especially on my waist,” she said with playful smugness to push those damn doubts down. “Hula-Hoop.”
His face lit up. “I’d like to see that sometime.”
She laughed. Never going to happen.
“And I wasn’t being dishonest. You know full well I work out as well,” he teased, running a finger along her collarbone and trailing a blaze of fiery sensation down her cleavage. “Being fit is part of my business. But thin doesn’t always equal healthy. Not at all.”
He cupped one of her breasts; it actually fit into his broad palm. And dang if it didn’t feel good to be held like that. She ached for him to use both hands, to bend low and kiss her tight, needy nipples.
“You don’t have some ‘must be thin to be attractive’ complex, do you?” he asked.
“Along with all my other neuroses?” She chuckled and shook her head. “I’ve accepted that I’m never going to be supermodel skinny.”
“Amen and thanks be to that. I like a soft cushion.” He winked, swiping his thumb over her nipple.
“Cushion?” she gasped as sensation shot straight to her clit. Oh, she had to shift. Had to get closer.
“Uh-huh,” he said unrepentantly. “Soft and warm and welcoming.” He dropped his hands, stepping back to shoot her a burning look. “Take off your skirt. I want you totally bare.”
Abbi licked her lips, so determined to make the most of this. “Only if you take off your briefs.”
As she struggled with her zipper, she watched avidly as his bulging boner sprang free and strained toward the ceiling. She swallowed, somewhat taken aback, and let her skirt fall, not thinking about her own nudity at all.
It made sense, right? The guy was tall and broad she should have realized he’d be big all over and he had warned her.
But still.
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” He laughed gently and stepped nearer again. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
“Are you a mind reader?” she whispered.
“Your face is very expressive.” He lifted her chin and planted a kiss on her lips. “You might not believe it yet, but you do have a knack for making a guy feel good.”
Oh he felt good all right. So good when he kissed her like that. But it had been too quick. “Don’t try to bolster my ego. That’s not what this is about.”
She wanted actual skills, not a few mantras.
“I’m not bullshitting you. You can see for yourself how much you turn me on.”
She cupped her breasts, pushing them together. “Guys see me—see these—and have high expectations.”
He glanced down at her and ran his tongue over his lips. Her nipples actually tightened more. She hadn’t thought that was possible.
“You have already delivered,” he muttered, slowly looking up to meet her gaze again.
It was nice of him to say it, but please. She’d been putty in his hands—and more than happy to sit back and let him work his magic on her body.
Ugh, she had to silence that stupid insecure inner voice. She was going to choose to believe his compliments as true. Feeling the power from that acceptance, she pushed him back onto the bed. He fell back with a laugh, sprawling out to take up a vast amount of space. Such long legs and strong abs.
She climbed onto him, taking a moment to trace the ugly scar in the middle of his thigh from his basketball injury. Then she looked up into his face.
He was watching her intently, a half smile on his lips. But he was so still, almost like he wasn’t breathing.
He was waiting for her to make the move.
She swallowed. Maybe this was what she needed—to be assertive. The instigator. But she didn’t want to do anything other than kiss him for a moment. His mouth was so skilled and teasing and she needed more of it. Pleasure surged through her as she straddled him—spreading her thighs wide, feeling his ripped muscles under her. So big. So good.
She crawled her way up his magnificence, bent over, and pressed her lips to his. He opened for her, met her seeking tongue with his. Too soon that lethargy entered her bloodstream, making her yearn to fall to the soft mattress, to just sink into the sensations…
Instead she pulled away to sit back. She was going to be in charge. She brushed her hair behind her ear and gazed down at the tanned perfection of his body. She’d never gotten so lucky in her life, and she had to make the most of this moment.
Question was, what to do with him? Did she go straight for the kill shot and give him a blow job? Frankly that hadn’t ever been one of her faves to do, but with him it might very well be different. The thought of kissing him all over made her mouth water. Then again, maybe she should trail her fingers over his torso, the same way he’d teased her legs before?
She traced her fingers around his flat nipples, moving her hands in synchronized motions down to meet in the middle, then traced down farther along his sternum, following the light trail of hair that arrowed to the straining cock that was smacking hard against his abs.
Maybe she should just pull her lips apart and slide right on him. But did she go frontward or try reverse cowgirl? Or was that just too quick? Should she kiss him some more first? All the ideas in the articles she’d read hurtled through her head in an instant.
“Stop thinking,” he said. “Stop doubting yourself.”
She froze. Her heart stopped, then sank. He knew?
He was watching her, that sinful smile quirking one corner of his mouth. But his eyes were serious. Too serious.
He flipped her so quickly and pinned her with such force all the air was pushed from her lungs. Stunned, she lay flat in the middle of his huge mattress while he lay with all his weight on her.
Every gloriously muscled ounce.
“Did you honestly think I’d let you better me for long?” he growled, his hips digging into her.
She gasped for a breath to speak and arched up, unable to suppress the need to feel him even closer. “I thought you wanted—”
“Lie still,” he said sharply. “And stop fucking thinking.”
She froze again. Damn if that didn’t set her burning. All the “what should I do” deliberations evaporated as she stared up at him, feeling him, waiting for him to say what he wanted. Excited about what he might demand. Oh yeah, the thought of being given some orders turned her on.
He looked pleased. He ran his hand up the side of her body, making her shiver yet lean into the touch like an affection-starved kitten.
“You like it when I tell you what to do,” he said.
Uh, yeah. Possibly. “Only because I have no clue.”
“No. You like it. Because you like to please. You like to please me.”
She was silent.
He raised up onto his elbows, letting his erection press harder into her.
“You’re a very soft, sweet woman.” He combed his fingers through her hair, then bent and gently brushed his lips against hers. A light kiss that soon turned blistering. Just as she was at the melting point, he lifted away. The smile was in his eyes—full of wicked intent.
“It pleases me when you do as I ask. It pleases me when you can’t help doing as I ask. Respon
ding to me.”
She responded just to those words. Her inner muscles softened; her temperature spiked. But she needed more.
He grasped her hands and lifted her arms above her head, easily switching his grip to hold her wrists in the one hand. She arched her back, experimenting, parting her legs so she could feel his cock closer to her entrance—so hot-damn close—heard his indrawn breath as she did. She felt weirdly helpless and yet powerful. Like she was a caged animal. But she’d needed the bars to realize just what an animal she was.
For a long moment he just looked at her, that wicked smile deepening in his eyes. And all that while she grew hotter, more needy. He was so gorgeous. So strong. So close to being hers for just a few moments.
Then he moved. He kissed her neck, her mouth, her breasts. Kissed her again and again and all over, like he’d been wanting to kiss her like this forever and now he’d finally gotten the chance, he couldn’t get everywhere fast enough.
It was an all-out assault.
And all the while he was kissing her lips and face and neck and breasts, he teased her clit by rocking his hips, rubbing his cock so close, but refusing to slide inside her.
She whimpered, growing so hot, so overwhelmed so quickly. But he didn’t release her wrists, didn’t allow her to touch him with her hands.
All she could do was lie there and take it.
“Joe,” she whispered. Pleading. This wasn’t what she’d wanted.
Yet it so was.
He was magnificent. So focused, so hot.
He brushed her lips over and over with his, rocking his hips in time with the tiny kisses, until she moaned again and arched, thrusting to meet him.
“Look, the dominance thing?” he said, nipping her earlobe. “For a lot of guys it’s real. Sometimes, it’s where it’s all at. For this first time, it’s what I want.”
“You want me to just lie here?” She was stunned.
“You’re not just lying here,” he muttered between kisses down her neck. “You’re hot, wet, restless, moaning…turning me on even harder.” He bent, cupping her breast in his free hand, and drew her nipple into his mouth, pinching it with his teeth, then releasing it and licking away the brief point of pain. Slowly he palmed the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. He trailed across her thighs, lifting up enough to work his hand between them.
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