Page 67 of Sex Coach

Remember what ?

I could barely remember how to breathe when he was kissing me like this. The taunting, tormenting, deep kiss seemed to last forever as he tasted me, as he invited me to taste him, his tongue stroking over mine, exploring every corner and hollow of my mouth. Breathless, I moaned when he finally kissed a line to my neck, nuzzling that spot that seemed to light a fire in me. But his mouth barely grazed me, the sweater remaining a barrier while his hands toyed with the hem .

He seemed to like the way the rich, deep rose clung to my curves, and I really liked the way his hands kept wandering all over me, but I wanted it out of the way. Squirming a little closer, I waited for him to tug it off .

"If you want something, Michelle," he murmured into my ear, "you'll have to ask for it ."

I sucked in a breath and wondered if he had been serious about that MastermayIthing .

"Are you expecting me to call you master?" I asked, not quite able to silence the nervous laugh that echoed in my voice

"No." His voice was rough. "I don't want to be your master. I want to be your lover. I want to show you things you've never dreamed of, and I want to take away the fear that haunts your eyes. But I want you to ask for what you want. And I want you to beg for things you never even imagined .

"So, if you want me to do something, you need to ask...and the longer you wait, the longer it's going to take me to give you what you want ."

The sensual threat in his voice was so enticing, I wondered if it was meant to be a punishment or a promise .

But this was new territory, and I didn't know how to handle it. Instead of testing him, I whispered, "Will you take off my sweater ?"

Finally, his hands grasped the hem but before he started to drag it upward, Jake asked, "Why do you want me to take it off ?"

"I want you to touch me," I said, with no hesitation at all. I didn't even have to think about that response .

Jake snuggled his nose against my neck. "Good girl ."

As he dragged it upward, a shiver raced through me. It wasn't just because of the chill in the room although it was cooler than I liked. I couldn't describe all the emotions crashing through me. I was used to the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of desire he could bring me. Or at least I was becoming accustomed to it. Still, there was a new, erotic uncertain edge burning inside me, which was the root of my unease .

I couldn't say I was afraid. It wasn't fear inside me. But I certainly wasn't calm either .

At least I hadn't thought I was .

But then, just before the sweater could clear my head, he paused, leaving it in the perfect position to temporarily blind me. A thin edge of fear settled inside, and I had to wonder if I would be able to do this after all .

Blood roared in my ears, but over that thunder, I heard his voice, speaking to me, the words crashing together, making little sense, but steadying me .

There were levels of fear, something I'd learned long ago. I used to love riding roller coasters back before my uncle had burned all traces of the adrenaline chaser out of me .

Maybe some of what I felt was a newer, darker yearning for excitement, craving something wicked and unknown .

Jake's hands went to my neck, freeing the simple gold chain I wore around my neck from my sweater, taking what felt like an inordinate amount of time on such a simple task .

Maybe he was. Maybe he did it on purpose to acclimate me to these heightened levels of sensation. I didn't know, and I didn't think to ask .

By the time he had the sweater free of my head, I was burning all over, a prickling hot flush sweeping over my entire body .

The moment the sweater fell free of his hands, Jake thrust his fingers into my hair and pulled my head toward him. I braced myself for his kiss, but it didn't come right away. He hovered just a breath away from my mouth .

"You are so beautiful," he said dragging each word out as he stared at me. Then he traced his tongue along the curve of my lower lip, but he took the kiss no further. Instead, he sank down, going to his knees in front of me .

From under his lashes, he slid me a look. "Close your eyes. Don't look until I say you can ."

I gave him a halting nod, not sure what to say. Lowering my lashes, I sank my teeth into my lip and waited .

The touch came lightly, a fingertip circling my right nipple, so lightly I could have imagined it. Then it brushed over my left one, and I shivered. A lighter brush...right between my thighs .

Each petting stroke drew me tighter, the nerves sizzling hot as I waited to see where he'd touch me next. Then it wasn't his fingers, but his mouth, his tongue circling over my right nipple .

I had no idea when he'd guided me down to my back on the table, but one moment I remembered being upright, then I was prone as he caught my panties in his hands and dragged them down. Those light, butterfly touches started all over again, but now it wasn't just my nipples or a light touch ghosting between my thighs .

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