“Fuck, Candice,” he says, leaning in and pressing his forehead against mine.
“Was that okay?” I ask. “I mean, if the point is me practicing and learning then maybe you should give me some feedback.”
“We both need to practice this,” he says. “Going slowly, I mean.” He kisses my temple. “Taking our time.” Another one lands on the corner of my mouth. “Enjoying everything, not just racing to the finish line.”
Just when I think I have him figured out, and that he’s just a playboy, he goes and does something tender and kind.
“I still want to know what I should practice,” I murmur, leaning in towards his warmth.
“You don’t need any. You’re sexy as hell and kiss like you’re already ready for me to fuck you.”
Oh my God. My mind goes blank at the thought of Nathan fucking me—at the rough words he just said—and I can’t figure out how to respond.
“Um,” is all I say.
“So that’s all it takes to shut you up, Viper? A little dirty talk?” Nathan chuckles and then sweeps his thumb along my cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.”
“I do want you to fuck me,” I say, my voice shaking with nerves. “I can’t believe it, but I do.”
“Too bad,” he says. “I thought a lot about what our first lesson should be, and I decided it’s going to be all about you, and what you like.”
“Well, what if I want your, uh, you know.”
“You’re not quite ready for my cock, honey, especially if you can’t even say the word. But you’ll get there.”
“I hate you.” I glare at Nathan, but his blue eyes are dancing with mirth, like he’s laughing at me. Unfortunately, he’s so damn handsome it just turns me on more.
“I think you’ll like what I have in mind,” Nathan says. “I’m going to touch you, but I want you to guide me through it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do, exactly how you like it. You made it seem like that asshole never gave you an orgasm. I want to do the exact opposite. I want to show you that a good man always makes his woman feel good, first.”
“Well I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” I say. I move to unbutton my cardigan, but Nathan stops me.
“Let me do that.”
I nod, at a loss for words again. He peels off my sweater and undershirt in one smooth motion.
“You wore this for me?” he asks, his voice rough as he fingers the strap of my pink mesh bra. It’s simple, but still the nicest piece of lingerie I own.
“I did. Is it too much?”
“How could it be too much?” he mutters, running his finger under the edge of the lace cup. My skin pebbles in response.
“I don’t want to, I don’t know, be trying too hard or something.”
“I love the way you look in this, Candice.” He meets my eyes as he says this, and I feel my waning confidence rise once more.
He strokes my breast through the material, pausing over my nipple and pinching it lightly. “Do you like that, Viper?”
“Yes,” I say. “I think so. You can, um, do that again.”
Nathan does it again, and then leans it and presses his mouth to me, his tongue circling my nipple and then his teeth clamping down on it lightly. A surprising yet heady rush of power fills me and mixes with the pleasure shooting through my core. He’s actually listening to me.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, hooking a finger under my bra.
I nod, and Nathan makes quick work of the clasp in the back. I feel a twinge of embarrassment when it comes off. I was pretty scrawny as a kid, and I haven’t filled out that much in the years since.
“Hey,” Nathan says. “You’re beautiful. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“How could you tell that I started feeling insecure?” I ask.
