Page 6 of Lessons in Love
“No,” I say, “Why did you come to this bar tonight?”
“Katie. She made me promise to stop by and just see where the night went.” A hint of something hides in her tone when she speaks.
“Do you regret coming?” I walk around her, eyeing her to watch her reaction.
“I haven’t come yet.” She’s got spirit. I like her wit. “I’ll let you know if I regret it later. “
“Tell me, Constance. What do you want me to do to you?” My shoulder is pressed to the front of hers as we face opposite directions. With my lips to her ear, I whisper, “What gets you off?”
Her lips part and I think she’s going to speak, but she sucks in a ragged breath instead. Keeping her eyes forward, she releases it.
I place a small, and light kiss just under her earlobe. Her neck is tilted away, opening her up to me. I ask, “What is your pleasure?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You don’t know what you like?”
She licks her lips, then as if she’s confessing a dark secret, replies, “I know what feels good.”
“Tell me what makes you feel good, Constance.”
“Being touched.”
Placing my hand on her thigh, I tease her. “Like that? Does that feel good?”
Her small smile kills me in the best of ways. “It does, but?—”
“But what?” I kiss her neck again, and then slide the bridge of my nose against her, taking in a deep breath. Rich vanilla coats her skin. She’s absolutely edible. Her shyness is an aphrodisiac. My cock reacting—hard, a throb buried within building. I movemy hand higher and when I cup her pussy I hear the soft hitch in her breathing.
“That. I want to be touched there.”
“Touched or licked or eaten? Tell me exactly what you want, baby.”
Her lids flutter closed and she leans back opening like a flower for me. “I want your hands on me.”
“My hand is on you,” I challenge, wanting her to say it. “Vocalize it. Own it. Give into that carnal side I know lies just beneath this fancy suit you wear as armor everyday.” I scrape my teeth across the base of her neck while I rub gently between her legs. “Here, between these walls, with me, you can drop your shield.”
“In me.” Like a flurry from the sky, the words fall from her lips, “In me. Deep inside me. I want you to make me come.”
The right side of my mouth quirks up. “You’re so fucking sexy, Constance.” My fingers are deft, her belt opened, the pants unbuttoned, and the zipper down.
She watches the frenzy, keeping her eyes focused below her waist. “Go slow. It’s been a while.”
My hands stall. When I look up, a contradiction is laden in her eyes. Innocence comingles in the brightest greens, which is so unexpected from a woman who wears a power suit. “How long?”
The pink that highlights her cheeks isn’t from shyness this time, but embarrassment. I hate it on her.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Is everyone you’re with . . .” She looks around while building her courage. When her gaze returns to mine, she finishes, “Experienced?”
Yes.“No,” I lie so she doesn’t wither before me. She’s so beautiful when she’s blooming. Taking each word into carefulconsideration and using her chosen one, I ask, “Are youexperienced?”
“Not fully,” she confesses.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I probe, “Not fully as innnnn . . .”
Her voice is so quiet I barely hear her when she says, “Not all the way.”
