Page 7 of Lessons in Love
Virgin!I try to keep my eyes from bulging. I didn’t know there were virgins in New York. She’s like a unicorn. A rainbow unicorn that shits Skittles. A myth. An urban legend. Damn. She’s a virgin.Just Wow.I want to ask how she held onto that V card for this long, but at the same time, I’m so fucking turned on that she seems to trust me with it that I’m left perplexed over how this night should go. There’s no way I’m bending her over like this is just any other night. It’s not for her, and I’m starting to think it’s not for me either. “So maybe we don’t have sex.” As she swallows my words, I zip her pants back up, and she buttons them closed while looking disappointed. I ask, “Do you like to dance?”
“Yes.”
There’s that pretty girl again. Knowing I’ve put her at ease, I rub the back of my fingers over her cheek. “Let’s start there then.”
“Okay.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and flip through my playlists.Seductionis too sultry.Hard Fuckis too, well, hard. Lots of Nine Inch Nails on that playlist. Scrolling down, I find myTake Your Timeplaylist. This is actually one I listen to when I’m at home and trying to wind down after a long shift. I’ve never played it for a woman. It makes me feel unsteady, but she opened up to me, so I feel safe to share a private side of myself with her.
The first song starts playing through the speaker on the filing cabinet and her smile grows. “I love this song,” she says much more at ease, her shoulders relaxing.
Taking her hand in mine, I put my other on her hip and slide it up to her waist. “Dance with me, Constance.” Our bodies are flush, her breasts rising and falling against my chest. When we start to sway, her breathing picks up. I press my cheek to her temple and we move together. I close my eyes and get lost in the feel of her and the music. Our breath is the only sound between us. Our hearts beat, the thump felt hard in my chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
She leans farther into me. Reaching up, I pull the silver clip that’s holding her perfectly in place hair, and toss it onto the desk. Her hair comes tumbling down over her shoulders burying my nose in her soft locks. I stay, not wanting to move away.
Intimacy is not my specialty. It’s not something I crave or need. I have a good life. I’m happy. A successful business. I have great friends and I’m close to my family. But this feels good. Being this close to her, feeling her nerves soften her edges as she molds to me—I like this. Maybe too much.
Chapter Three
Vanilla is now my all time favorite scent, dark brunette with a heavy dose of midnight mixed in, and a pink that reminds me of a rosé wine I discovered at a winery in Sonoma last summer. Constance—my new favorite name.
I know she can feel how hard my body is, and I’m not referring to the ab or bicep muscles I’ve worked hard to achieve. She’s polite enough not to say anything, and if I’m not mistaken, she might have moved closer. Constance might have a naughty side after all. I can’t resist her any longer. I kiss the back of her jaw and she bends away, giving me more access. My tongue traces the outline and I press my lips to her skin again, this time gently sucking. I whisper, “How do you feel about kissing?”
“I like,” she starts, then clears her throat. “I like kissing.”
“Good because I really want to kiss you right now.” I take possession of her lips just as she opens her mouth to speak again. Her heated breath coats my tongue as it peeks out to run along the inside of her upper lip.
The sweetest of little moans drifts from her lips when we part. Her eyes remain closed, a small smile on her mouth, and asatisfied release of breath is heard. I kiss the corner of her mouth and whisper, “Open your eyes, beautiful.”
When she does, the smile is still there. “You’re a very good kisser.”
Holding hands with her, I reply, “So are you.” I chuckle looking down and rub my thumb over my bottom lip. Biting it, I look up, now suddenly feeling shy—so unlike me that I take a moment to take her in. What is it about her that has me off my game? I shake my head just enough to shake some sense into myself. “I want to kiss you again.”
“Why does it sound like a question?”
“Because if I do, I might not stop with a kiss.”
“Then don’t stop with a kiss.”
Back in the game, I run my fingers into her hair and grip the back of her head. “Oh baby, you don’t even know what you’ve done.”
“Tell me.”
“How about I show you instead?”
One nod. Instant permission to make her feel so good she won’t stop thinking about this night for months. Our mouths crash together and our tongues begin to embrace each other. With her hands on my waist, I take them and slide them over my chest and around my neck. “Hold onto me.”
As soon as I feel her hold on me tighten, I spin her to the side and move her quickly back against the wall with the dry erase board. Her hair messes up the tally the guys and I had going, but I don’t give a damn. She tastes too good and feels even better.
Another moan rushes out and she squirms against me. My cock begins straining against my jeans. She might be the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever tempted, tortured, or teased myself with. Goddamn it. I pop the button of her pants and my hand is dipping below the waistband before the zipper is down. “Sogood, baby. I’m going to make you come all over my hand and scream the lord’s name while doing it.”
Her body moves in fluid waves against me, against my hand, begging me to take her. “Hardy,” comes out as a curse and a blessing.
Flicking sweet afflictions, I ravage her neck with my mouth. “So fucking sexy. Say it again.”
This time it’s even breathier. “Hardy.”
I give her what her body craves and ride my fingers though her slickness, parting her. She’s wet, warm, so fucking free with me and that’s all it takes for my throbbing to amp up another level. I press against her to find some relief. My dick is a fucking torpedo impeded by denim.Fuck.I don’t know how I’m going to survive this encounter if I can’t sink deep into her tight heat.
