Everything seemed to point to taking advantage of this perfect teaching moment, especially when she noticed a drop of plum juice on hischin.
She scooted closer to Luke until he glanced up at her, brows slightlyraised.
“You missed some plum,” she said softly. Keeping her gaze on his she caught the gleaming purple drop with her thumb and rubbed it gently against his bottom lip. “I love plums,” she said, and lowered her mouth oh, so slowly to his. She hovered, her lips almost touching, then let her tongue sweep across his full lower lip from corner tocorner.
Mmm. She breathed, tasting plum and warm male, before fitting her mouth tohis.
Oh, he was warm and he tasted wonderful. He was also restrained. A lot of guys would have flipped her onto her back by now and would have wrested control of the kiss, but Luke didn’t do that. Whether because of uncertainty or shyness, he was leaving her incharge.
Seemed a shame to waste such a great opportunity for furthering Luke’seducation.
She found she enjoyed taking the lead, which gave her a heady sense of power. She gazed into his eyes and saw a churning blend of passion and excitement. She couldn’t resist the urge to go back to his mouth formore.
While he might be slow to take over the lead, he managed to keep up with her just fine. When she withdrew her tongue from his mouth, his followed, dipping in and teasing her mouth in the identical way she’d teased his. It was an incredible turn-on, a very adult form of follow theleader.
While heat began to build in her body, she kept recalling the sight of his damp T-shirt outlining his muscular chest. She wanted to see it. Needed to see it. Had to seeit.
With a quick glance to confirm they still had complete privacy, she slipped a hand under the hem of his shirt andpulled.
He rose slightly, curling his spine to help her and what that curl did to his abdomen made her weaker at the knees than she already was. Muscle, hard and ropy, striped his belly. As the shirt rose it revealed a nicely contoured chest with just the right amount of reddish-brownhair.
“Nice,” she sighed, her enthusiasm overcoming her sense as she trailed her fingertips across the tawny skin of his chest and burrowed into the springy hair. “You have the perfect amount of chesthair.”
“How do you measure perfect?”His voice was joking, but he sounded a little embarrassed at the way she was gushing over him. He must be kind of shy. Probably that’s where his problem originated, because there was nothing wrong with him that she could tell. He was gorgeous, smelled good, tasted good and the evidence of his arousal nudged against her when she surprised them both by rolling on top ofhim.
“I guess it’s personal taste. Smooth as a baby’s bum is too little for me. But shag rug is toomuch.”
Just running her fingers over him wasn’t going to be enough. Her own chest ached to join theparty.
Another teaching moment was in front of them. She gazed down at him. “I’m feeling pretty aroused,” she murmured, and had the pleasure of watching his eyes darken. Just telling him her feelings was making hersquirm.
He swallowedaudibly.
Arching her spine, like a cat stretching, she said, “Can youtell?”
His gaze dropped to her chest where the tight, tingling sensation confirmed that her nipples were doing their best to call attention to themselves.Good boy. Go to the head of theclass.
Henodded.
“How can youtell?”
He raised his gaze—was that a wicked glint of humor? It was gone so fast she must have imagined it. He lifted a hand to her face—no, no, no, that’s not where she wanted to feel his hand!—and traced her cheek. “You’reflushed.”
Shewas?
He ran a finger over her mouth, so shocking and unexpected that she quivered. “Your lips areswollen.”
She licked her lips andnodded.
“Heart rate’s elevated,” he continued. Good. The heart was in the chest. His observations were moving him in the right direction. Why didn’t he touch her tinglingbreasts?
“Breathing’s a little fast.” The man was checking her out like a racehorse gearing up for the Kentucky Derby. Still, he was veryobservant.
“That’s great,” she said. “You only missed one symptom. Well, two actually.” Tired of waiting for him to pick up on her body’s obvious hints, she took his hands and placed his palms on her breasts where her tightened nipplesstrained.
He cupped them lightly and she almost moaned. She didn’t remember the last time she’d felt so…so sexy. But all he did was move his palms around, and she wanted so much more. He was obviously waiting for her to make the next move, but she wanted to give him the confidence to make one of hisown.
“Unbutton my top,” she suggested softly, glad she’d worn a sleeveless cotton shirt rather than a T-shirt.
