Taming His Tutor(29)

His face lit up. “I’d like to see that sometime.”

She laughed. Never going to happen.

“And I wasn’t being dishonest. You know full well I work out as well,” he teased, running a finger along her collarbone and trailing a blaze of fiery sensation down her cleavage. “Being fit is part of my business. But thin doesn’t always equal healthy. Not at all.”

He cupped one of her breasts; it actually fit into his broad palm. And dang if it didn’t feel good to be held like that. She ached for him to use both hands, to bend low and kiss her tight, needy nipples.

“You don’t have some ‘must be thin to be attractive’ complex, do you?” he asked.

“Along with all my other neuroses?” She chuckled and shook her head. “I’ve accepted that I’m never going to be supermodel skinny.”

“Amen and thanks be to that. I like a soft cushion.” He winked, swiping his thumb over her nipple.

“Cushion?” she gasped as sensation shot straight to her clit. Oh, she had to shift. Had to get closer.

“Uh-huh,” he said unrepentantly. “Soft and warm and welcoming.” He dropped his hands, stepping back to shoot her a burning look. “Take off your skirt. I want you totally bare.”

Abbi licked her lips, so determined to make the most of this. “Only if you take off your briefs.”

As she struggled with her zipper, she watched avidly as his bulging boner sprang free and strained toward the ceiling. She swallowed, somewhat taken aback, and let her skirt fall, not thinking about her own nudity at all.

It made sense, right? The guy was tall and broad she should have realized he’d be big all over and he had warned her.

But still.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” He laughed gently and stepped nearer again. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”

“Are you a mind reader?” she whispered.

“Your face is very expressive.” He lifted her chin and planted a kiss on her lips. “You might not believe it yet, but you do have a knack for making a guy feel good.”

Oh he felt good all right. So good when he kissed her like that. But it had been too quick. “Don’t try to bolster my ego. That’s not what this is about.”

She wanted actual skills, not a few mantras.

“I’m not bullshitting you. You can see for yourself how much you turn me on.”

She cupped her breasts, pushing them together. “Guys see me—see these—and have high expectations.”

He glanced down at her and ran his tongue over his lips. Her nipples actually tightened more. She hadn’t thought that was possible.

“You have already delivered,” he muttered, slowly looking up to meet her gaze again.

It was nice of him to say it, but please. She’d been putty in his hands—and more than happy to sit back and let him work his magic on her body.

Ugh, she had to silence that stupid insecure inner voice. She was going to choose to believe his compliments as true. Feeling the power from that acceptance, she pushed him back onto the bed. He fell back with a laugh, sprawling out to take up a vast amount of space. Such long legs and strong abs.

She climbed onto him, taking a moment to trace the ugly scar in the middle of his thigh from his basketball injury. Then she looked up into his face.

He was watching her intently, a half smile on his lips. But he was so still, almost like he wasn’t breathing.

He was waiting for her to make the move.

She swallowed. Maybe this was what she needed—to be assertive. The instigator. But she didn’t want to do anything other than kiss him for a moment. His mouth was so skilled and teasing and she needed more of it. Pleasure surged through her as she straddled him—spreading her thighs wide, feeling his ripped muscles under her. So big. So good.

She crawled her way up his magnificence, bent over, and pressed her lips to his. He opened for her, met her seeking tongue with his. Too soon that lethargy entered her bloodstream, making her yearn to fall to the soft mattress, to just sink into the sensations…

Instead she pulled away to sit back. She was going to be in charge. She brushed her hair behind her ear and gazed down at the tanned perfection of his body. She’d never gotten so lucky in her life, and she had to make the most of this moment.

Question was, what to do with him? Did she go straight for the kill shot and give him a blow job? Frankly that hadn’t ever been one of her faves to do, but with him it might very well be different. The thought of kissing him all over made her mouth water. Then again, maybe she should trail her fingers over his torso, the same way he’d teased her legs before?

She traced her fingers around his flat nipples, moving her hands in synchronized motions down to meet in the middle, then traced down farther along his sternum, following the light trail of hair that arrowed to the straining cock that was smacking hard against his abs.