Page 21 of Savage in the Sheets
His remark catches me off guard, causing me to spray latte from my nose. Weston, who is bright red and laughing, hands me a napkin.
“Relax,” he says. “It was a joke…but it doesn’t have to be.”
“We’ll stick with the first three stages.”
“Is there anything else I should know? Anything on your ‘want’ list? Preferred method of orgasm?”
“Oh, I’m not going to orgasm.”
He cocks an inquisitive brow. “You seem awfully sure of that.”
“That’s because my preferred method is plugged into my USB port.”
“You prefer that to a partner?”
“Yeah,” I say, with red-cheeks and downcast eyes.
“Or you just haven’t found a good partner?”
“This exercise is to increase my skill level. There are no side quests. The orgasming is a nonissue.”
He stares at me for a long minute, a curious look on his face before finally rising from his seat and extending his hand out to me.
“Let the stages begin.”
Jenna
Is this really happening?
We’ve barely gotten past the door, and already my panties are wet, a strong pulse pumping between my thighs.
He smells of cedar and sweat, a pleasant aroma that must be laced heavily with pheromones to elicit such a reaction from me. How have I never succumbed to him before, with him smelling so sexy?
His hand is on the small of my back, guiding me to my sofa.
“Would you like a beer?” I offer. “To relax.”
“No,” his voice comes out thick and husky, “not for this.”
He seats himself next to me, circling an arm over my shoulder.
My heart triple-beats, and I’m convinced that this could send me into a heart attack quicker than a Triple Baconator.
“You’re fine,” Wes whispers, his nose brushing against my ear. “Just loosen up a bit.”
Instead of relaxing, my body clenches tighter.
“You see, this is something you have to work on.” His body is angled towards mine, so his breath washes over my neck in a gentle caress.
I involuntarily moan, and when I find my hands trembling, I cross them over my body, hoping he hasn’t taken notice.
“Now, you’re going to let me kiss you,” he says in a sensual tone, “and I do meanmekissyou. I know what a go-getter you are, trying to control every situation, every little thing going on. You’re going to hand over the controls to me, okay?”
Swallowing hard, I manage a nod, but words evade me.
His lips press to mine, soft yet demanding. He works slowly, his fingers brush softly through my hair.
Fuck me, this feels so good.
