Haley looked down as if making a catalog of her best points. Then she shook her head and frowned.
"What are my assets, then?"
That she honestly didn't know made Crew's breath catch in his throat. Man, was he turned on. He didn't know if he'd make it through this "lesson." Her innocence was … exciting.
Instead of answering her, Crew stood up from the table. He'd lost all his appetite … for food, that was. She tensed as he circled around her and kneeled behind her low-back chair. But, to her credit, she didn't pull away when he rested his hands on her shoulders.
"First off, your hair. It's stunning. The color is golden, and the strands are long and soft." As he spoke, his fingers glided through her hair. Even after a night's sleep, it was sleek and smooth to the touch.
"Then there are your eyes - the soft green shines with vibrancy and life when you aren't looking down. Fire flashes in them when you're determined or irritated. Passion pours out of them when you're turned on." His hand moved to her cheekbones as he spoke, his body pressing against the back of the chair. He didn't want her to look at him, just feel his hands caressing her, and let his words cascade through her so she could focus wholly on herself.
"Don't forget your neck; its taut, creamy skin with your pulse beating just below the surface can drive a man wild," he whispered in her ear as he leaned forward and circled his hands around her throat, his fingers gentle as he caressed her.
Her pulse was speeding up, making his own race. He moved to the side of the chair so he could stroke her cheek and run his lips across her smooth skin. Her responses to him were fueling his desire, but he refused to let himself get out of control. This was about teaching her to embrace her sexuality, not about seducing her, even if it killed him.
"Then, of course, we start to reach the perfection of your br**sts. When you don't hide them, they can drop a man to his knees. They're firm and high and just the right fit for a man's large hands," he groaned as his hands moved downward and grazed over the outside of her shirt, shaping her luscious curves with his palms.
Her ni**les hardened beneath his touch; her body went limp in the chair and her head fell backward. Crew knew he could lift her in his arms and take her to the bed - make her his right now. With a will he didn't know he had, he forced himself to continue his demonstration.
"Your hips are curved and perfect, making a man want to grip them tightly in his hands while he pulls you against his body and fits himself right at the edge of glory. I could take you right now and feel a deep, satisfying pleasure from my head to my toes," he said as he rubbed his hands down her hips before coming around the front of her chair.
He knelt before her, then took her hips again and pulled her forward, her legs spreading around his thighs, aligning her heat perfectly with his excruciatingly hard manhood.
Gripping her backside, he squeezed her firm, yet soft tush as her eyes opened the tiniest fraction of an inch and she looked at him with fire leaping from those beautiful green depths of hers.
"I won't continue telling you about the most appealing pieces of you, because if I do, this lesson will end with me taking you hard and fast, and we're not there yet, Haley. But, I want you to go into the bathroom, strip naked and run your hands over your body. I want you to close your eyes as you touch yourself, feel what I'm feeling. I want you to feel what makes you so sexy - feel what will make a man crawl over hot coals to touch."
Crew pulled her against him for just one moment - just a brief second, it seemed - to try to alleviate the pain throbbing in his groin. Then he moved her back and lifted her hands, placing them both on her chest, causing her eyes to snap open, arousal clouding her vision.
"Go do it, Haley. Go complete your lesson," he groaned as she automatically flexed her fingers, making the muscle in his jaw jump from the amount of restraint he was exerting over himself.
In a daze, Haley stood up, her legs shaky. Without a word, she turned and went toward the bathroom. He didn't know whether she'd do what he asked or not right at this moment, but he knew it would sink in and she'd eventually follow through.
He sat back down, seriously thinking about grabbing a glass of the ice water on the table and dumping it down his ridiculously tight trousers. When he heard a soft groan from the bathroom as the shower started, he nearly lost it.
This lesson was over. Crew stood up and grabbed a sweatshirt he saw hanging over a chair. Draping it across his arm, he hid the enormous erection he was sporting and practically sprinted from her room.
Only one employee tried to speak to him as he made a beeline to his suite. He ignored the woman and dashed into his room. He locked his door behind him and barely paused before heading straight to the shower, scattering his clothes along the way. This adventure with Haley wasn't going to be good for his body - not one little bit.