Page 21 of Teach Me How
She laughs, opening up the app. “Go for it, wimp. See if I fucking care.”
Where did that sweet girl go? This little tornado, full of dirty words and dirty thoughts, is whirling close to disaster. She’s snapped and since I’m the unfortunate soul who happens to be present, it’s my duty to protect Reese from herself.
I reach for her phone, and she jerks it out of reach. She’s a small thing, though. Her full wingspan can’t compete with just one of my arms. She tries to hold the phone out, laughing mischievously when my grab comes up empty. Growling at her, I pin her arm down with one hand and snag the phone with the other.
But in the process, I’m fully leaning over her, caging her in. And this is when I realize that she smells good. Really,reallygood. Like a day at the beach, despite the fall weather. I’m thinking about bright skies and coconut-scented sunblock. And Reese in a bikini.
But she’s not actually in a bikini. She’s wearing an oversized hoodie, over a Kelly-green bra. And underneath that bra is a twining serpent. She says it symbolizes rebirth, but for me, it whispers sweet temptation. I recall that story. There was an apple. A man and a woman.
The apple made Eve see, and I’m wondering if that was such a bad thing. Maybe Reese has a point.
And if that snake offered Eve an apple, I think this one is offering me a peach.
Her lips make me think of a peach, and I need to know if they’re as juicy as they look.
My resolve crumbles beneath me like sand under waves. If women are a weakness of mine, Reese has just become my Achille’s heel.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, sweet lips parted slightly, and I lean in.
Twenty years.
That’s how long I’ve been friends with Josh. And I could risk it all with a single kiss.
But my lips brush hers and she sucks in a little breath and my selfish heart tells me to take and take and take.
13.
Reese
I was joking when I asked Skyler if he wanted to volunteer to be my fuck buddy. It was supposed to be funny because he’s so far out of my league.
A sparrow asking an eagle for a date.
But his reaction was too earnest. And that flash of disgust and pity cut pretty deep.
Turns out, I might have misinterpreted that expression.
If I had more experience with men, maybe I would have recognized thatlookjust before he leaned in to kiss me. I might not have knocked his glasses askew.
I’m shellshocked. Absolutely shellshocked. And not just because this is Skyler Thomas kissing me. Football God. Big brother’s friend.
It’s because this kiss is good. Something you could get drunk off of. Just his lips pressing against mine has my head buzzing and my thoughts fluttering in the wind. I blindly reach up to fix his glasses. And just because I can, I do what I’ve wanted to do for at least a decade. I slip my fingers through that thick head of hair. It’s as soft as I imagined, but heavier. Thicker. A quiet moan slips off my tongue without permission and my cheeks catch fire, but that little squeak of a sound seems to break something loose in him. His big hands slide behind my back and then he’s hauling me onto his lap. My knees land awkwardly, and I belatedly move to straddle his hips, but he’s already planting his hands on the sides of my face, pulling me into another kiss. But this time, his tongue slips across my lips. A sensuous question. I part my lips and his tongue slides inside. Hey! I knew what to do. My sense of victory is short-lived, because Skyler is giving me the deepest, most thorough kiss of my sex-starved life.
Did Jonah and I kiss? Yeah. On the rare occasion that it included tongue, it was always a brief and stabby affair. And Jonah was usually surly and wracked with guilt afterwards. This is what I was dealing with.
But Skyler’s different. He kisses me like he wants to devour me. His tongue unfurls across mine and it’s possessive and hot and has me lust-fueled, like I’m strapped to a rocket. I should probably be doing something too. Neat tricks with my tongue? But I’m overwhelmed and a little frozen and all I can do is receive. I would like to play it cool. Be sexy and mysterious. Make him work for it. But I am an inexperienced bundle of horny nerves. My flushed skin gives me away. ThesoundsI’m making give me away. Soft sighs, raspy groans. I’m sure I’ll be mortified later, but at the moment, I’m helpless to stop it.
I don’t think I’d want to, even if I could.
We’re in my brother’s basement. Anybody could come down at any moment. It’s so fucking risky and the stakes are so high. We should stop. We really should. In just a minute.
His hands find my ass and he tugs me closer. There’s a hard length underneath me and I realize with a flash of surprise and a fluttery stomach that I did that. I had that effect on him.
It’s only fair, because he’s got my core so overheated, I might melt down. I roll my hips, feeling his shaft grind against my center, and I’m cursing the fact that denim is so fucking thick. I want it gone. The jeans, the underwear. And I want that hard cock deep inside me. I roll against him again, trying to press him closer and he groans, pained.
I back off, afraid I pushed too hard and hurt him, but his hands find my hips and he anchors me down. When his hips thrust up towards mine, I’m a goner.
It’s a visceral demonstration of what he could be doing to me, and I want him to do thatnow. Over and over and over.