All of a sudden she wished she hadn’t brought up the subject. Did she really want to know what it said in chapter seven? What if it advocated she do things to Luke she’d never heard of before? She was a reasonably confident woman, comfortable with her own sexuality, but she wasn’t on intimate terms with theKama Sutra.There were probably dozens, hundreds of sex tricks she didn’tknow.
“It says that asking your partner what they like is the best technique thereis.”
She nodded.Perhaps the guy who wrote that lame book wasn’t as much of a moron as she’dassumed.
“So what do you like, Shari? Do you like a firm, back and forth stroke of a man’s tongue over your clit or a lighter, lickingmotion?”
“I, um…” Damn it, she’d planned to torture him, how dare he turn the tables and torture her? His words conjured images in her head of his mouth doing those things to her until she wasburning.
Still, she had to remember he wasn’t doing this to torture her. He really didn’t know. She had to be patient. She cleared her throat and tried to think of this as a learning moment. “I like both. I, uh, like a lighter touch to start with, and then when I’m more…excited, a stronger stroke works for me.” Oh, God, this was embarrassing. Why hadn’t she kept her big mouth shut? She knew she was blushing, which just exacerbated herdiscomfort.
He nodded, and she had the feeling that if his hands weren’t currently occupied with driving he’d be taking notes! “What about your G-spot?” he asked in an earnest-student tone. “Do you like to have it massaged while a man licksyou?”
Oh, oh, oh. It felt as if he were massaging it now. His words, and the images they evoked, made her so ultrasensitive that even the slight vibration of the car engine through her seat was driving her close to the edge. It was a good thing Luke was too clueless to have any idea what he was doing to her, or she’d have to hurthim.
“I—I like it fine. It can sometimes take a little time to find the G-spot, but I’ll let you know when you get warm.” She fanned her face with her hand. “Speaking of warm, do you mind if I open thewindow?”
“Sure,” he said, and his voice quivered. If it were any other man she’d suspect he was trying not to laugh, but with Luke it might just benerves.
She pushed the button to lower the window and let the spring air wash over her heatedface.
“There’s a diagram in the book that shows a man taking the entire clitoris inside his mouth. I wasn’t sure whether he’d suck it like a peppermint, say, or lick it like the tip of an ice-cream cone. What do you think you’dprefer?”
“Please, we have to change the subject now,” she gasped, feeling at any moment she was going to give the passengers in the Greyhound chugging along beside them a view of her in the throes oforgasm.
“Okay, sure.” He shot her a quick glance before turning his attention back to the road. It was only for a fleeting second, but she could have sworn he was holding back agrin.
Her eyes narrowed. “Did you, by any chance, do that onpurpose?”
“Dowhat?”
Shari was as cute when she was suspicious as she was when she was explaining her response to oral sex as though it were an algebra equation she was trying to help himunderstand.
She was so aroused from their little verbal lesson he could feel the heat coming off her body. Luke was sorely tempted to take a hand off the steering wheel, shove it up her skirt and put her out of her misery. But then, he was suffering asbadly.
If he hadn’t been following his book so carefully, he’d have gone down on her last night. He’d ached to do it. Having touched her there, and thrust inside her, he’d longed to take her with his mouth, to taste herpleasure.
He found, however, that having made himself wait to taste her, he’d only become more eager for the opportunity. And, thanks to the way he’d been reminding her all day of exactly what they were going to do, his agenda was as clear as the view of her glorious body when he got her naked and spread out on hisbed.
He shifted uncomfortably, resisting the urge to floor it. Every particle of his being burned with need. He couldn’t play games anymore. “I need you. Now. If I don’t get my tongue on you I’m going to loseit.”
Her answer was a strangledmoan.
They were both panting when he pulled into his parking stall on a squeal of brakes. They had their respective doors open faster than a pair of cops at a crimescene.
He grabbed her hand and ran. Not the elevator, too slow. He yanked open the heavy metal door to the stairs and they sprinted up to the second floor, ran down the hall, his keys jangling in his hand. It took him two tries to jab the key into the lock and then, finally, they were inside hisapartment.
