Page 8 of Craved By the Lumberjack

Silence followed her request, and I could tell she was bracing herself for rejection. The last thing I wanted to do right now was reject her. Hell, her words had given me a straight-on erection.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, I was going to wine and dine you and then try to get you into bed.”

She gestured toward the wine glass on the coffee table. “You already wined me.”

“Andyoudinedme,” I said. “Definitely not the romantic dinner I had in mind.”

“So we’ll do that another day,” she said. “Tonight, we get naked.”

I’d been feeling a little sleepy, but I was wide awake now. I didn’t care if I showed up for work tomorrow feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. I’d stay up all night if it meant being with Delta.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Never been surer of anything in my life.”

Again, silence fell between us as I tried to figure out how to gracefully go from sitting on opposite ends of the couch tohaving her in my arms. I wanted to kiss her more than I’d ever wanted anything. It felt like I actually needed it to survive.

“So…how does this work?” she asked after a long silence.

She was having the same thought I was. She expected me to lead, which wouldn’t normally be a problem, but with her, I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to give her a romantic evening that ended with spreading her out on my bed—or hers—and kissing every square inch of her body.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “You’ll have to walk me through it.”

Now I was just staring at her, my mouth falling open. No words would come out. I probably looked like a complete moron.

“You’ve never done what before?” I finally managed to choke out.

“This,” she said. “Get naked with a guy. I mean, I’ve kissed and even made out, but the second hands started wandering, I stopped it. I don’t know. I guess it just felt wrong.”

“And this feels right?” I asked.

She was a virgin. And the weird thing was, I didn’t even want to think about her kissing another guy. Of course, she’d kissed other guys, but she’d never made love to one. And that put me on top of the world.

“You’ve touched yourself, though,” I said.

She’d said earlier, at some point in our conversation, that she was twenty-three, so she had plenty of time to figure out what she wanted to do for a living. It also meant that she’d at least explored her own body by now.

“Nope,” she said. “I just…I don’t know, it felt weird. Like something I wasn’t supposed to do. Plus, I didn’t know how, and I could have looked it up. I just didn’t. Show me.”

I stared at her, unblinking. Deep down, I knew what she was asking from me. It just all seemed too good to be true.

When I was silent long enough, she added, “I want you to teach me how to fish.”

Okay, now I was confused. Fish? Fishing? She was talking about fishing? Was that some sort of sexual thing I’d never heard of? Because if she legit wanted to go get a fishing pole and hit the water, I would be seriously disappointed.

“You’ve never heard the saying, ‘Teach a man to fish’?” she asked.

Oh. I got what she was talking about. She wanted me to…

“You want me to teach you how to masturbate?” I asked.

I winced at the word. It sounded so clinical. But I wasn’t sure what the word for the female version of it was. Men jacked off. Spanked it. Rubbed one out. A woman slid her hand inside her underwear and arched her back as her eyes closed and her lips parted…

Damn, I was getting harder just thinking about it.

“I’ll get us started,” she said.

She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor next to her. That left her sitting in front of me, wearing only a bra and a pair of jeans.

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