Taming His Tutor(27)

She thought she didn’t participate? “Is that what always happened with your ex?”

She snorted. “He didn’t…do that.”

Didn’t delight in eating her? The guy was clearly a loser. “He’s the one who said you were boring in bed.”

She nodded. “That’s the reason he gave for dumping me. It wasn’t even for another woman or anything.”

Dread trickled down Joe’s spine, killing his happy vibe. “Is part of this plan to become a vixen because you want to get him back?”

“No.” She recoiled.

“You want some other guy?” Joe persisted. He had to know before he took this further. “You have someone in your sights?”

“No.” She winced, looking equally horrified. “I just want to know what I’m doing. That what I’m doing is good for the guy I’m with. To have some confidence. Like I said already.” She glared at him. “That’s why I’m not happy about what’s happening here right now. I’ve come, twice, and you’re all hard and unsatisfied.”

“Sweetheart, I’m satisfied.”

“You’re not. You can’t be.”

“On one level I absolutely am.” He rubbed her thighs, unable to resist shifting closer to her. “You’ve no idea how good it feels to hear you moaning. To feel how hot and wet you get. Believe me, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

She looked so shyly pleased it almost killed him. Her lack of confidence here was nothing short of a crime.

“Didn’t he make you come like that?” he asked, trying to keep his voice soft and not let his anger toward the prick ex sound out.

“He wanted to liven things up. So we watched some porn.”

“Did it work?” Somehow he doubted it. He’d bet Abbi had spent the whole time watching it comparing herself to the women on-screen.

She shook her head.

“What else did you try?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do we have to do this?”

He wasn’t much loving it either, but he needed to know. For the lessons, right? “Yes. I’m your tutor—I need to understand exactly why you’re lacking in confidence in this area. You know as well as I do that learning something is hard when you don’t believe you can do it.” He slid his hand to the back of her neck, massaging her nape through her hair.

Hell, he wanted her so badly—wanted to see her fully relaxed and relinquishing all these worries. Welcoming him—no. It wasn’t about him. It was about her. And he could control his own selfish urges. “Learning anything is a whole lot easier when you’re having fun doing it. So relax and let go,” he murmured. “You have to be honest with me if we’re to get anywhere. I need to know your weaknesses. Part of the deal is that you can tell me anything. I need you to tell me.”

He inwardly winced as he said that last. Had he really just admitted he needed something from her? And it was this—her freaking sexual adventures with her ex?

She looked up at him. “You’re taking this tutoring idea seriously, aren’t you?”

He was her tutor. That was all. That was the only reason he’d said he needed anything from her. Right. He was back on track.

“I guess if you were only using me for sex, then you’d have actually had sex with me by now.” She colored. “But you can probably get sex any time…”

But he didn’t want it any time, with just anyone. “Tell me about what you did with him.”

Was he really going to keep torturing himself this way? Yeah, because he wanted to understand. He wanted to know more about her than he’d ever wanted to know about any woman.

“He wanted to try dressing up,” she mumbled. “Role-playing. I tried, I really did. But I just giggled and he said that killed it for him.”

“Nothing wrong with some laughter in the bedroom.” He rubbed her arm. “What about your other lovers?”

“Since Scott?” She swallowed. “Same problem.”

“You didn’t turn them on?” Joe flat-out didn’t believe her.

“He said I relied on my figure to get a fuck. That no guy likes a woman who just lies there.” She bent her head and hid her face from him. “So now you know. And it’s the same with you, isn’t it? You do everything and all I do is take it. Enjoy it.”

He said. Singular. Joe felt stupidly pleased. “It was a one-night stand?”

She nodded. “I showed off my boobs,” she said bitterly. “They weren’t enough.”

Her beautiful, bountiful breasts were but one part of her. A glorious part for sure, but she was more than enough. She just didn’t believe it. But he could help her with that. “So you think you need to learn some moves to be more of an equal participant?”