Page 55 of No More Bad Boys
He lets out a breath of barely contained frustration. “Okay. What is it?”
I pause, not quite sure how to say something I’ve never said aloud and never really planned to say.
“I… suck at sex.”
He huffs a little laugh. “What?”
“I suck. At sex. I’m terrible.”
His brows draw together, and his mouth twists in a bemused expression. “How can you suck at sex? That isn’t possible. You’re very sexy.”
His hands slide up and down my waist as if to demonstrate his point. “You’re very responsive.”
“Trust me. It’s never been good. I just thought I should warn you since you’ve probably been with lots of experienced girls and you’re probably expecting—”
He removes his hand from my neck to place a shushing finger over my lips. “Okay, let’s stop right there. Is this about something that douche Tyler said?”
“No. It’s not just him. There were a couple others in college. I’m just not good at it.”
“Well first of all, stop thinking about what I’m expecting, okay? Because I have no expectations other than beingreallyexcited about the idea of getting to know you that way… and figuring out what you like. In fact, I’ve been so focused on everything I’d like to do to you, I haven’t even thought about whatyoumight do in bed. I don’t need for you to be experienced ortryto be anything. That’s not what it’s about. It’s not something you have to pre-plan. I just want to kiss you and hold you, touch you… please you. Is that okay?”
I nod, my entire body on full-flutter.
“And you can respond however it feels natural for you. Don’t think about what you should or shouldn’t do. Better yet, don’t think at all. When I kiss you and feel you against me, I’m not thinking about anything except expressing how I feel about you—maybe you can just focus on what you’re feeling.”
I nod again.
“Still scared?”
“A little. I’ve never done it this way. If I really focus on my feelings and let myself go, I don’t know what will happen. I may end up ripping your clothes off and licking you all over or something.”
The smolder in Blake’s eyes roars to new life and he gives a low groan of excitement, pulling my lower half tightly against his again.
“I think this is going to work out just fine.”
He kisses me again with mesmerizing thoroughness, removing even the possibility of any distracting thoughts intruding.
After a minute he breaks contact with my mouth, moving lower, covering my neck with hot kisses while his hands caress and explore with an eager abandon he’s never shown me before.
The pleasure of it all is nearly overwhelming. I arch against him, and my pelvis begins to rock involuntarily in a pleading rhythm that causes the dining chair to creak beneath us.
And then we’re up and out of the chair. Blake lifts me with surprising ease, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me down the hall to his bedroom.
When we reach the bed, he doesn’t bother pulling back the comforter or turning off the lamp next to it. He turns and sits on it, still clasping me tightly to him, sliding his hands up to hold my face between them so he can reclaim my mouth.
I’m still straddling his lap, but now that we’re on the bed it feels different—it feels better. It feels perfect.
Now I can use my hands, and I do, running them over his strong shoulders and powerful neck muscles, through the thick, smooth locks of his hair.
His hands are just as busy, greedily gripping my bare thighs then sliding upward, under his oversized t-shirt to caress my hips, my waist, my back. When he reaches the middle of it, where a bra strap would normally be, he tears his mouth from mine and gasps.
“You haven’t been wearing anything but panties under this shirt the whole time?”
I grin and shake my head. “Everything was soaked. I had to take it off.”
“God bless the weatherman,” he says and pulls the t-shirt up and over my head. He leans back a bit, taking in the sight of me sitting astride him in only my turquoise bikini underwear.
I can feel my skin heat all over as my blush expands to include my entire body. I have the urge to cover myself, actually move to cross my arms over my chest, but Blake grabs my wrists and stops me, pulling them down to my sides so I remain fully exposed to his view.
