“Yeah, just a quickie, then I’d really better get home. I need to organize things for my week.”
He stalked forward and picked her up. “I think we can do better than a quickie.”
Her brain shorted out at the feel of his flexing pecs and abs hard against her. “This is still part of the first lesson, right?”
He just laughed.
His shower was one of those flashy ones with a million nozzles pointing at all kinds of interesting angles. Hot, steamy, sensational. Especially as he helped lather the soap and swipe it over every inch of her skin. Only now she wanted everything, all over again.
“Face the wall.” He nuzzled her ear and put her hands flat against the tiles so she could brace herself. Her legs were shaking.
He laughed—that low, sexy chuckle that told her he knew just how aroused she was. How much she wanted.
And then he gave it to her. Nothing quick about it.
An hour later she was dressed and sitting in the passenger seat of his car.
“I didn’t know you lived so close,” he said once she gave him the directions. “It’s only a ten-minute ride.”
“We should have walked,” she murmured, languid and satisfied.
He chuckled. “Sweetheart, you’re not up to it.”
A few moments later, they pulled in front of her apartment complex and she climbed from the car. He followed her but she stood at the gate, blocking him. “Thank you for—”
He cut her off by pressing lips on hers. Abbi instantly opened. He wrapped his arms tight around her and lifted her off her feet, hauling her close against his chest, secure in his embrace.
She was as surprised and touched as she was aroused. How could she want him again when she’d been so thoroughly screwed these last few hours?
He lowered her back to her feet and slowly drew away, brushing her cheek with the backs of his fingers in a gentle, teasing gesture. Like she was someone he liked to kid around with.
“Don’t overthink things,” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”
Don’t overthink things? How could she not overthink things after an experience like that?
She watched him get back in the car. But he didn’t leave. He lowered the window and called out to her.
“Get in your house. I’m not leaving until you’re inside.”
It was only midafternoon—hardly dark and dangerous. She smothered a grin at his protectiveness and hurried to her door, still flying on the orgasmic aftershocks.
So now she knew: she didn’t need to be in a committed, loving relationship to have the best sex of her life.
She flicked on the light in her apartment and stared at the half-constructed Lego city on her dining table. Good thing he hadn’t come in with her. The place was a mess and had “nerd alert” written all over it. Yeah, that was going to have to go—at least into a cupboard for the next week. This might be an arrangement, but she was learning all she could from it.
Sasha Fox—and every other article she’d read—had said the trick to getting a guy’s interest was not to talk about yourself. Not to be boring. Not be needy and ask for attention or ask him to solve your insecurities.
Well, she’d failed at that already by telling Joe her sexual insecurities. But she wasn’t going to give him any more to have to deal with. No man wanted to have to deal with a needy, clingy woman. This was only about fun for him and learning bedroom skills for her. Not emotional support.
As for her supposed submissive streak? He was right—she’d liked it when he took control. She’d liked the idea of him tying her up. But this wasn’t supposed to be about what she liked. He was honorable in saying that sex should be good for both, but she wanted it to be the best for him.
So she should ask him questions, listen avidly—no problem there when she was so curious about him. She should laugh at his jokes, which wasn’t hard, because he was fun. But she was going to have to try harder to keep her own selfish urges under control. Because her ultimate aim in this wasn’t for her to have the best sex of her life.
But for him to.
Chapter Ten
“Always leave him wanting more.”
Joe woke two seconds before his alarm sounded. He rolled his shoulders and thrust back the sheet. Thanks to Abbi, he’d just had the best night’s sleep in months. The best dreams too, where he spent all his time plotting out his lesson plans for her. He always ensured his lovers were satisfied, but this was different. He wanted her to have the best. Sex was about the only way in which he could deliver that for her.
He just had to remember it was all about her. Sure, he was fulfilling an old fantasy, but it wasn’t anything more than that. This need to push her was only about the physical, right?