Page 97 of Brutal Sin
“Trustme.”
“This has nothing to do with trust. I’ve never seen you anything other than one hundred percent confident when it comes to sex. Whatever you’re concerned about is starting to concernme.”
“Come on,” a man called from the back of the room. “Bring on thedemo.”
Bryan slid a hand into her loose hair and cupped the back of her head. “I was worried about dumping this on you. That’s all. I didn’t want you to anticipate what was coming, and not telling you made me feel like a guilty little bitch.”
She studied him, unsure what to believe. “Are you bullshittingme?”
“When have I ever done that?” He smirked, making it ten times harder for her to trust her intuition.
“Are you sure everything is okay between us?” That was all that mattered. She didn’t care about anythingelse.
“We’re exactly where I want us to be at this point in time.” He entwined their hands and tugged her from the stool. He led her through the mingling crowd, weaving through the condensing throng without effort. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I get you all to myself.”
Leo and T.J. quickly rearranged furniture, creating space. Ottomans were shoved toward the wall. Sofas were turned and swiveled. Everything was strategically placed to face the large bed in the center of the room, the cream satin sheets gleaming under the overhead lights.
Bryan stopped at the side of the mattress and kissed her knuckles. “You’re not going to fuck this up. However this turns out, it’s because of me, okay?”
She nodded.
“Okay?” he growled, his drawn brows demanding a vocal response.
“Okay, you big brute.”
With a subtle glide, his expression transformed from tight concern to gentle appreciation. Maybe even pride. “And don’t you forgetit.”
“I already have.” She knew him better now, better than anyone who believed this man was harsh and heartless. Past his sterile exterior, he was the exact opposite.
“All right, everyone.” He scoped the audience of half-dressed patrons. “This is only going to be a taste of what’s to come. On the actual demonstration night, I plan to discuss a range of different techniques. We’ll go over the benefits of edging, and how consistency or surprise can affect women in different ways. But tonight, it’s all about reading signs.”
He crooked a finger at her, encouraging her onto the bed. “Lie down close to me. You need to stay in reach.”
She stood immobile, her heart galloping into her throat. This would bring her exhibitionism to a whole new level—from amateur to professor.
“Don’t worry.” He held out a hand. “I promise to look after you.” His grin was sly and cocky, the opposite of reassuring.
He didn’t make sense. One moment he seemed restless and skittish. The next he exuded his ingrained confident sexuality withoutflaw.
“You’re going to have a lot of explaining to do later. You know that, right?”
He inclined his head. “I know, sweetheart.”
She slid her palm into his and allowed him to help her onto the raised bed. He guided her to lie close to the side of the mattress, the tiny overhead lights beaming down, bathing her in a glow before the shadowed audience.
“Gorgeous.” Appreciation ebbed off him. “I think you’re going to have more than a few admirers afterthis.”
Her cheeks heated, from his words and the crowd’s whispers of affirmation.
“Your blush does things to me, sweetheart.”
“Me, too,” another man muttered.
She chuckled and shook her head. “Just get started, wouldyou?”
“You all heard the lady. We need to get this show on the road.” He pivoted to the crowd of thirty-odd people, all of them silent with expectation. “Your job tonight is to study this flawless woman. I want you to be able to pinpoint those barely recognizable signs to learn just how subtle a partner can be duringsex.”
Their scrutiny bore down on her, tickling her skin and heightening her awareness. She breathed in their interest, letting it coat her in tingling carnality. But something else made the pressure between her thighs intensify. Something she’d grown to crave each day from this addictiveman.
