Page 37 of Player For Hire
Right. Lessons.
I was surprised at the level of disappointment that hit me, but then she slid the zipper down and I didn’t give a damn.
“Sweet fuck.”
She wasn’t wearing anything under the pink jacket. Well, nothing she should be wearing out of her damn apartment, anyway. More pink was revealed as she shrugged out of the jacket, and it slipped down to the floor. Satin and lace in a similar color of her jacket cupped her high, firm breasts and the curve of her hips.
Speechless, I just stood there.
This was not what I’d been expecting for the start of my day.
She crouched and picked up the jacket and draped it over her arm.
“Oh, no. We don’t need that.” I took it from her and tossed it on the chair of my small living room area.
“We don’t?” Her voice wavered a little, but she lifted her chin and stared me right in the eye. “Is class in session?”
“Most definitely.” I took her hand and drew her closer. I had to put my brain back in my head before I ruined this whole damn thing. Instead of pulling her into me like I wanted, I lifted her hand over her head and motioned for her to do a slow twirl. “You came prepared for class. A daytime lesson, for sure.”
The curve of her ass was hugged by the stretchy fabric, and I wanted to drop to my knees and worship there. So many curves had been hiding under her sweatshirt and jeans from the day before. I’d caught a glimpse of her in her night clothes last night, but nothing had prepared me for this.
I eased her back against me and curled my arm around her, not letting her hand go the whole time. “I wasn’t prepared for class,” I murmured against her temple. “So, for this first lesson, it will be all about you.”
She peered up at me. “I don’t mind that you’re sweaty. Won’t we just get sweaty,anyway?”
I sucked in a groan. “We will. God, we will. But this time, we’ll just go with our first full lesson in bodies.”
“I know my body. I don’t know yours.”
“You don’t know it like I will. I promise.” And I looked forward totouching and tasting every fucking inch of her. I pressed my nose into her hair. She’d done something to it, so it was soft and smooth with a little curl at the ends. As if it was curving into the lines of her.
I stepped back just enough to get a hold of it all, gathering it through my fingers as I finger-combed it. The soft moan that slid out of her made my cock stir. I was already half ready to go just from a glimpse of all her skin, but the craving rose from her sigh.
“Hair and your scalp have a millionnerve endings. From a pull,” I gripped it harder, and her breath caught, “to a soft stroke—both of them can cause a reaction. Which do you likemore?”
“I don’t know.”
I draped the heavy fall of it overher shoulder and gentled my fingers along the nape of her neck. “And then we go with a combination.” I let her hair slither over her shoulder and back to swing down her back. “Feel it slide across your skin. It’s just as good for us. It’s why so many men love long hair. The softness, the way you smell all over us, and using it as a tool.” I wrapped my hand with it and pulled her head back. “A gentle tug or firmer one.”
I watched her nipples tighten under the lace. “You like the tight.”
“It’s like it’s connected.”
“Oh, it is.” I coasted my hand along her arm then over to her waist and hip. I used the tips of my fingers to draw lazy lines then jerked her hair to drag her head to the side and latched my mouthon her neck. “See?”She swayed and I eased her back against me again. I nipped her and she jumped a little, rewarding me with a moan. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Like a little shock under my skin.” She licked her lips. “I like it.”
I nipped again and chased it with a light lick.
“When you moan like that?” I nuzzled my way up her neck to behind her ear. “It makes me nuts. Makes a man want to give more.”
“Like what?”
“The moan?”
She gave a little laugh. “No, want to give me more what? Give a woman more what?” she corrected.
“We search out the sound. But we don’t want you to give it up unless it makes you feel good. Faking it doesn’t help anyone in the bedroom. If we can’t trust your responses, then we don’t learn what makes you unique.”