Page 65 of Love Lessons
Ian lifts his eyes to the ceiling and groans. “I think you’re a fast learner, countess. Fuck.” His greedy eyes return to my chest, and he licks his lips.
I’m enjoying myself now. Dipping my hands in the water, I rinse the bubbles off my chest. My skin is shimmering and wet, my breasts prominently displayed right under his nose.
That’s when I lean forward and kiss him for real. He groans again, pulling me closer. Wet skin slips against wet skin. My knees bump vaguely against the porcelain, but I don’t even care. As our tongues clash, I run my palms down his arms, enjoying the feeling of all that muscle.
And then I submerge my hand and wrap it shamelessly around his cock, which is stiff and thick for me already.
God, seduction is fun. I get it now.
“Countess,” he says against my mouth. “What do you want to do to me tonight?”
“Mmm.” I can’t answer the question just yet, because I’m kissing him again. No wonder I spent the day fantasizing about this. He tastes like heat, and he kisses like a sinner.
“Tell me,” he whispers a few minutes later. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Why?” I gasp. “I’m a shower not a teller.”
He chuckles against my tongue. “Action is good. I’m a man of action. But don’t be afraid to use your words, lady. You might as well own your choices.”
“Fine. Then I think we should get out of this tub,” I point out.
“But then what?” He tucks an escaped tendril of my hair behind my ear. “Give me a hint.”
The warm look in his eye brings me courage. “The sight of you naked in my bed is something I definitely need to see again.”
“Good answer. Hang on.” His arms wrap around me, and then I rise suddenly up into the air.
I let out a little shriek of surprise. “Ian! Careful.”
“Oh, I’m careful.” He laughs. “I’m also eager.” He sets me down on the bathmat, where I grab a towel and yank it to my stomach.
I’m still not ready to let him see that skin up close. I don’t want to break the mood.
He steps out of the tub, and I hand him another fluffy, peach-colored towel off the bar.
“Lead the way, princess. Tell me more about your plans for me.”
Hastily drying myself off, I head towards the bed, wondering what I’m even going to say.
TWENTY-TWO
Professional Development
IAN
This girl has hadme revved up all day, and she doesn’t even know it. If I ever meet this dickhead who told her she wasn’t sexy, I’m going to punch him in the kisser.
Sure, Vera might be the kind of woman who needs a few extra minutes to get herself into the mood. But so what? She’s got it going on, even if she doesn’t trust it.
That ex she’s trying to impress must be a real dingus not to appreciate her. But his loss is my gain. As Vera pulls back the covers and slides into bed, I feel like the winner here.
Then? She reaches up to unclip her thick, dark hair, which cascades down over her bare shoulders and all over the pillow.
She looks like a goddess, and I let out a shameless little moan as I climb onto the bed. “Nice move, baby. I think you’ve got this seduction thing down pat. Time to work on your dirty talking.”
“Oh, you wish.”
She pulls me in for a kiss, but I resist, holding myself above her pretty face. “Now hang on. Dirty talk is useful. How will I know what you want, if you don’t tell me?”
