Was she ready for this? What if it was terrible? What if he had some kind of awful performance anxiety, whatif…?
He kissed her again and joined her on the bed, turning her so that they were on their sides, facing each other. It was quickly apparent that he wasn’t suffering any performance anxiety at the moment. He was rock-hard in all the right places, snugging against her and nudging all her softestparts.
Dimly she realized they’d been on this path since the first day they’d exchanged mail. Plus, she knew herself. She was a kind and decent person. If Luke had a problem she could help him with, shewould.
Her lips curved against his as she thought about what a good teacher she was. Taking an inept man and turning him into an exquisite lover was pretty heady stuff. She felt her power and decided to have some fun with this most intimate lesson ofall.
“Touch me,” shewhispered.
“Where?” Uncertain or teasing? She couldn’t decide and didn’tcare.
She rose to sitting and yanked off her sweater, which was going to Goodwill the first chance she got. She felt as if she’d been walking around in abedspread.
She watched his face as his gaze roamed her torso, his eyes crinkling with humor as they took in her lacy pink bra from the latest Victoria’s Secretcatalog.
“What?” she asked, a bit incensed. He had the oddest reactions of any man she’d everknown.
“After the sweater and skirt, I thought maybe you had corsets and a girdle underthere.”
She chuckled softly and decided to crawl out of the six-man denimtent.
At the sight of her matching pink panties, he sighed. “I was going crazy wondering what you were wearing under thoseclothes.”
He reached out to trace the edge of each lacy bra cup in a sweeping vee over her breasts. The slight abrasion of his finger on her sensitive flesh sent delicious shudders running through her. It was hard to tell in the dim light of his desk lamp, but he didn’t look pale or close to passing out. Still, she thought if she kept his mind off her imminent nakedness it might help him prepare to actually make love with her. If they even got that far tonight. She was determined to show patience and care withhim.
“I’m going to donate them both to charity tomorrow,” she said, a shade huskily since he’d just leaned forward and taken her nipple in his mouth, silky bra andall.
He pulled back to stare at her. “Are you kidding? That’s one of the sexiest outfits I’ve ever seen. I was going crazy imagining your body underneath all that…fabric.”
She chuckled, realizing her plan to appear totally sexless had basically backfired. “You are a very strange man, do you knowthat?”
“Trust me.You’d look sexy wrapped in garbagebags.”
He leaned forward to her breasts again, but she stopped him. “Now you take your shirt and pantsoff.”
Without any finesse or teasing whatsoever, he dragged his shirt off, unbuckled his pants, kicked off his shoes and yanked off his slacks and socks in under about ten seconds. He rose and turned back to her wearing nothing but black briefs. She had only a moment to admire the utter beauty of his body before he was beside heragain.
Where he’d seemed content to toy with her before, he now seemed barely controlled. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his erection nudged insistently when he rolled against her once more. “I want you so much,” he murmured against herthroat.
At his words, she realized the same was true for her. She did want him, and badly. She couldn’t remain still. Her pelvis seemed to have its own agenda, rocking against his hardness, teasing, damn near begging to be filled. He plunged a hand into her panties and touched her, but it wasn’t nearly enough. With a strangled moan, she grabbed the waistband and dragged the silky restrictionoff.
She reached for his briefs, but he’d beaten her to it, tearing them off before tossing them over hisshoulder.
She checked him out and her mouth went dry. He looked even more fabulous naked than he did clothed. His erection was big and bold. She wanted to touch him to see if he was as hard as heappeared.
His fingers were fumbling with the bra she’d forgotten she was still wearing, and she wasn’t wearing it for long. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, once more kissing herbreasts.
His hand slid between her legs and, before she was beyond rational thought, she grabbed at his wrist. “Luke. Do you have condoms?” She had some upstairs, but getting dressed and trundling up to her place was a mood breaker if ever there wasone.
Instead of speaking, he reached for his night table, opened the drawer, dug around without looking and pulled out two squarepackages.
She was so excited that they might actually get there this time that she threw her arms around him and pulled him on top of her. She’d tried to restrain herself, half certain some disaster would fall, but now it seemed all lights were green. She wanted him inside her and she wanted himnow.
She couldn’t get enough of him, touch enough of his warm, smooth skin taut over tough muscle. She felt herself softening and opening for him, aching to bepenetrated.
They kissed hungrily, crazily, until she was dizzy from lack of breath andanticipation.
Then hestilled.
