She nodded. “I need to know how to blow a guy’s mind.”
He chuckled at that. She really didn’t know she’d already blown his mind?
She shoved his shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“All right.” He stood up and held out his hand, lust and adrenaline and determination coursing through him. This he could control. This he could make work. This could be all about her…and only a little about himself. He got to enact an old fantasy, that’s all. “Come on then.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my bed. You’re going to have your wicked way with me.”
Chapter Eight
“Don’t expect sex early on to turn into something else.”
“I thought you said vixens didn’t put out on the first date.” Abbi was suddenly breathless. And hot. And afraid to believe she was finally going to get her wish.
“You were right about it not being our first date.” He winked. “We have six sessions, you’ve got to get the most out of every one.”
“If you’d rather not—”
He clapped his hand over her mouth. “Don’t even start with that, or you’ll have lesson number four right now and you’re really not ready for that.”
Hot silken moisture pooled at the top of her thighs. “What’s going to happen in lesson number four?”
He gave her an evil grin.
It drew another reluctant smile from her as she followed him deeper into his apartment. His easygoing nature and good humor warmed her. Joe Fuller, the guy every guy liked and so many women had loved. He left them with smiles. She was going to have to be careful not to let her heart get hurt.
She glanced around his bedroom. It wasn’t huge, but his bed was. The biggest she’d ever seen. She turned away from it to face him, quickly reaching up and kissing him to block out the moment of panic. Six lessons to become the ultimate lover. She was going to learn it all. She was going to be confident. Starting now.
And kissing him? Definitely helped.
“I want to see you naked,” she said as she broke free only long enough to breathe.
“Ditto.” He inhaled deeply. “As much as I’ve dreamed about stripping you slowly, I’m thinking you should take your clothes off for me. And I’ll remove my own. If you touch me, I’m not going to make it.”
Really? Abbi’s jaw dropped. Joe Fuller had dreamed about stripping her? When had he dreamed that? She smiled, about to ask, but he whipped off his T-shirt.
Abbi swore under her breath, all other thought evaporated.
“What?” He pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them.
“How many hours a day do you work out?” she asked accusingly.
“Why?” He followed the direction of her gaze and glanced down at his chest. “I’m naturally like this.”
“No one is naturally like that.” She poked him with her index finger as if struggling to believe he was real. Rock-hard. Ridged. Ripped.
But he was real. So hot.
“Take off your T-shirt,” he said, his smile widening. “Leave your bra on for me.”
She had to strip while faced with a body like his? But she wanted his body so badly, she was just going to have to suck it up.
Perhaps literally. Oh, yeah, maybe she was going to have to try that sometime.
Super quickly she pulled her tee over her head; she didn’t want to lose a second of seeing him.
He reached out and grabbed her waist, tugging her a step closer. She loved the firm heat of his big hands on her.
“Anyway, you’re naturally like this.” He swept his palms up her rib cage, his fingers lingering, caressing.
Abbi held her breath as slowly he skimmed over the silk and lace of her bra, reaching around her to undo the clasp. Carefully he pulled the lace covering from her skin. His eyes didn’t leave her chest. She spread her arms so the straps slid down and off. The bra fell unheeded to the floor.
For a moment there was utter silence.
“So freaking lush.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at. “You have the most incredible curves.”
For once she was happy to have a man stare at her breasts. Because while Joe was looking at them with something akin to awe in his gaze, she was looking back at him almost the exact same way. Well, she was feasting her eyes on him with total awe.
“They’re magnificent, Abbi,” he said softly. “But even without them, you’re so much more than enough.”
She so wasn’t. But she was going to be. After these six lessons.
“Unlike you I can be honest and admit I do work out. Especially on my waist,” she said with playful smugness to push those damn doubts down. “Hula-Hoop.”