His gaze rose to hers and his eyes seemed to burn, then he did as she asked, starting at her throat and working his way down slowly. He was probably nervous and feeling hesitant, which must be why he was taking his damned time when she wanted him to rip the shirt off and pull her down againsthim.
“You should wear a sports bra,” he said when he spread the two sides of her shirt. “Bettersupport.”
“I like this one. Easier access.” Deciding it was time for teacher to take control once more of the lesson, she reached for the front clasp and snapped her bra open, pulling the cups apart slowly, revealing herself tohim.
Luke stared at her breasts as though he’d never seen such things before. After a long, silent moment, when she felt his gaze on her with such intensity she expected scorch marks, he said, “Thankyou.”
She tipped her head back and let the sun touch her face, knowing the posture made her look like the figurehead on the prow of a ship. That’s a little how she felt, too. Sailing into uncharted waters, nipples first. A light breeze tousled her hair and teased her naked chest. “Do you want to touchthem?”
“You have no idea.” His voice was as soft as the breeze. She felt him shift and then his hands were warm where the air had been cool. Taking her weight on her knees, she freed her arms so she could cup her hands over his and show him how she liked to betouched.
She felt his fingers beneath hers as together they plumped and rubbed her breasts just the way she liked. Then, linking her fingers with his, she lowered her head so she was kissing him again, deeper this time. As her chest came into contact with his, a low hum began vibrating in the back of her throat. He was so warm and furry and muscular. She wrapped her arms around him and lay flush against his body, feelingwonderful.
Far, far below them she heard a dog bark. If she scooted to the edge of the bluff she could look down and see the animal’s owners. For all she knew there were a hundred people down there, but up here it was private andsecluded.
Her bare legs tangled with his, her toes stubbing against his big leather boots. Deciding to use the unyielding leather to her advantage, she braced her feet against them and pushed herself up and down, gasping at the sensations as her sensitive breasts scraped against hair and muscle and warm, warmskin.
Oh, boy. This was just too much like mimicking sex. She felt the way her body was preparing to be entered, everything tingling and softening—rather eagerly, too. It was warm enough, private enough, and they were both excited enough. She imagined him, lunging like a puppy, eager and grateful, and she felt a deep stirring to give him a lesson that would blow his mind. But, even as the idea took hold, warning bells started clamoring in her head. She wasn’t prepared to go any further. She hadn’t intended to include sex play with the picnic and she certainly hadn’t packed condoms along with the trailmix.
Abruptly, she stopped moving, trying to find a graceful exit line. Even though she was trying to remain still, her chest was heaving as though she’d just run straight up this hill. Of course, Luke’s chest was doing the same; so even without any effort from her, there was plenty of chest rubbing going on. And it felt so damngood.
Luke smiled up at her and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “We should probably get going. What kind of personal trainer lets you take a two-hour lunchbreak?”
Swallowing her astonishment that he was calling a halt, she forced a casual smile to her own face. “Right.”
She pulled her clothing back together and put her hiking boots on. He stuffed himself into his shirt, and they gathered up theirthings.
She couldn’t believe he’d called time-out. She’d planned to do that. What kind of man, in a clinch with a half-naked woman, didn’t do his level best to get the other halfnaked?
LUKE FELTLIKE A PRIZE ass. The way he was acting, Shari was going to think he wasgay.
What man in the world wouldn’t get on his bended knee and beg Shari Wilson for everything she was willing to give? Even just one single taste of her glorious breasts and he could have diedhappy.
But if he’d had so much as a lick, so much as one firm, berry-ripe nipple rubbing against his tongue, he would have been lost and begging. Ruining his chance to prove his bookworked.
And so far, in spite of the fact he was suffering more pent-up sexual frustration than a teenager, he had to admit the book was working amazingly well. Shari had pretty much taken care of chapter two today all on herown.
One glance at her stunned and frustrated countenance had him stifling a grin. If she had any idea how many frustrated urges he was also trying to stifle right now she’d be feeling pretty damn full of herself. The lady was amazing, so generous and sexy and…sweet.
She did her best to impart technique to him without appearing to teach, leaving his ego intact, although she was pretty much shredding his self-control.
Hadhe ever wanted a woman this much? He tried to recall, but he didn’t thinkso.
Probably that was simply because of his self-imposed restrictions. He was playing this one by the book. By his book. And he’d never wanted so badly to break all therules.
Shari took the lead for the return trip, going so fast she verged on a trot. He couldn’t blame her. If she was feeling half as charged as he was, she had a lot of free-floating sexual energy toburn.
He let her go ahead because he understood that she needed the outlet, but it wasn’t easy walking behind her and watching the sway of her hips, the way the sun stroked her long, sexy legs—rendered even more feminine by the clunky hikers and gray woolsocks.
Still, it was better focusing on her back view than letting himself drift into reverie about the sight of her half-naked front and the feel of her body snugged againsthis.
And he especially didn’t want to wonder about what would have happened if he’d followed his urge to flip her onto her back and put his mouth to her breasts, trailed his tongue down her smooth belly, unfastened her shorts and… Nope, he wasn’t going there. Nottoday.
By the time they got back to the car he was amazed at himself. He’d had a warm and willing woman in his arms and he’d stopped himself indulging in all of her sweetness because of a stupid book? For the second time in as many weeks he felt like whacking himself over the head with the stupidthing.
Ahead of him, Shari pulled out the trail mix and he watched her pick out every one of the colored chocolate candies and pop them into her mouth. Red, yellow, blue, brown, she ate them one at a time, pushing them beneath her lips, which were still plump and juicy from kissinghim.
His hands literally twitched to take her in his arms and find a handy spot somewhere in the bushes where they could enjoy each otheruninterrupted.
Sex for Total Moronswas only a book. Paper and ink. Shari was flesh and blood. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d looked with the sun on her breasts, the dusky-tipped nipples taunting him. He had to see them again, touch them again, taste them…the hell with thebook.
Shari routed through the trail mix and then on a muffled curse, which he assumed meant she’d already gobbled the last of the M&M’s, shoved the bag into herpocket.
“Shari,” he called toher.
She didn’t even turn around. “Hurry up. I have to get to a store.” She sounded like a heavy smoker having a serious nicotine fit. “I need more M&M’s.”
