Page 75 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
He gives me a playful wink, and he’s really lucky right now that he’s hot and I’m going insane. “Do you want me to say yes to this or not?”
That straightens him up real quick.
“That’s what I thought.” I take my oversized tote off my shoulder and pull out the notebook.
“Did you really make a list?”
“Of course,” I say as I flip the page to the rules that I wrote down for this to happen. He doesn’t need to see the pro-con list on the first page. “Did you expect anything less?”
“Actually, I didn’t,” he says as he inches closer to me, his hand going across the back of the couch. “All right, Ainsley Mae, lay it on me.”
I turn toward him and do my best to resist the sexy smirk he’s giving me. “Okay, if we’re going to do this, and I’m going to sayifbecause I don’t want you thinking this is a done deal?—”
“I never would.”
“Good. Then, in the hypothetical if we were to do this, we need rules.”
That takes him back a little. “Rules?”
“Yes, rules,” I say. “Because this is already very out of my comfort zone, and if I have rules, it will help me not feel like I’ve been body snatched.”
He can’t hide his grin.
“This is serious, Linc! Are you going to be my sex teacher or not?”
He coughs and sits up straight. “Yes, ma’am. Please, tell me the rules.”
Part of me—the one who’s chicken about actually going through with this—hoped that my threat of rules would make him take his offer back. I mean, he has a bad-boy reputation. He has to hate rules, right?
Apparently not.
“Well, okay,” I stumble a bit because I truly didn’t expect him to go along with this so fast. “First, I guess, isn’t a rule, but more of a general understanding of how this would work. Do I ask for things? Do you come up with a lesson plan? And if there is a lesson plan, are there tests? Do we have certain areas that we concentrate on per night? Is it go with the flow? Do I come over here, or you come to my house, with the intention of?—”
I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence because as I’m reading from my scribbled notes, the notebook is ripped from my hand.
“Linc! What are you doing?”
He doesn’t even look at my notebook before throwing it to the side. “Fuck your list.”
My mouth drops open, and I don’t have time to be stunned because before I know it, Linc’s hand is behind my neck, pulling me in for a kiss that’s so sudden, and so hot, I’ve lost all brain capacity.
Holy frick…
All thoughts of lists and rules and guidelines are gone from my brain as I sink into Linc’s touch. Yes, we’ve kissed before. But this is different. Intentional. Every swipe of his tongue, every nip of my lips, is Linc showing me that he knows exactly what I need.
And I know he does. With every fiber of my being.
He pulls me up to his lap, his hand still on my neck and the other now holding my back as he deepens our kiss. My arms wrap around his shoulders, wanting to feel him closer as our tongues explore wherever they want.
Goodness gracious, this is a good kiss. No, a great one. Epic. I haven’t kissed many men—shocking, I know—but with each one of them it took time to get the rhythm right. Which way were our heads turning? Were we using tongue? Me wondering why they were biting my lip, because from what my sisters told me, there wasn’t supposed to be biting.
But this kiss? I don’t know how Linc’s doing it, but there isn’t a thought in my head. All I’m thinking about is how his lips taste—like mint and trouble and pleasure—how his hands feel as they pull me closer to him. How my body is heating more and more with every swipe of his tongue.
“Linc…” I hear the moan come out of my mouth before I can stop it. I’ve always been too shy to vocalize any feelings orsensations during sex—and I’ve never really had any that made me want to—but I can’t keep his name inside as he starts kissing across my cheek and down my neck. My head falls to the side, wanting to give him all the access he wants as he starts gently fluttering his lips at my pulse. He has to feel it quickening. My heart is pounding, my body throbbing.
Everywhere.
And I meaneverywhere.
