Page 25 of Teach Me How

He climbs off me, offering me his hand. I give it to him, and he pulls me upright with an impressive show of strength. Sidling past him, I lead him down the hall, feeling the cool air on my very bare shoulders. The closer I get, the more my trepidation grows. I stop just inside my room, and he comes up behind me, wrapping me up in his arms. Leaning back, I let my spine follow the hard planes of his torso. He turns me around, lifting my chin. His lips angle over mine, stealing my breath, and then he’s hiking me up on his waist, hands grasping my thighs as he carries me over to my bed. He sets me down carefully, reaching into his back pocket to extract his wallet. He carefully sets his wallet and glasses on the nightstand before kicking off his jeans. I start to unzip my jeans and he takes over, easing them over my hips. Almost like he can’t help himself, he leans down and kisses my soft thighs, glancing up to study my expression.

What does he see there? A girl who is just as nervous as she is desperate to have sex. Before, I thought I wanted it to be anyone, but now that I’ve seen what he has to offer, that beautiful body, those fiery kisses, he’s the one I want. Nobody else will suffice.

Which is why it’s very, very infuriating that these damn nerves won’t settle.

And what’s worse, they’re giving me away.

16.

Skyler

I look up so that I can chart the fastest path up to those plump lips. But it’s those eyes that catch my attention, big and wide and just a little bit scared.

Oh shit.

I moved too fast with her.

I’m used to transactional exchanges. In and out. Strictly for pleasure.

But Reese doesn’t look like she’s getting much pleasure out of this, and she looks about ten times more stressed than when we started.

I pull back, trying to give her some room, and she grasps at my shoulders. “What are you doing?”

I hold myself over her on braced arms. “Are you sure you’re ready for all this?”

My cock throbs against my boxer briefs, very ready for this and everything else. But what me and my cock want ranks very low in the order of importance.

She frowns. “Ready to have sex? I’m not a virgin, Skyler.”

“Yeah, I know. You just look a little… nervous.”

She drops back with an exasperated sigh. “Way to pour on the flattery.”

I smile despite myself. “And sexy. I meant to say nervously sexy.”

She laughs, covering her face with her hands. “Just shoot me now.”

I hook an arm under her lower back and lift her to the middle of the bed. The panties are leopard print. There’s something very playful and fun about the combo that has my cock twitching. I peel my gaze away, glancing around her room. She’s got a few pictures on her dresser. The bed has a fluffy purple duvet. There are crisp, white sheets on the bed that smell like her. Other than her furniture, the room is completely bare. I glance at the moving boxes in the corner. “Why haven’t you moved in yet?”

She sidles up higher on the bed, resting her head on her pillow. “I didn’t think I’d be staying.”

I sense that way lays danger, so I steer us back to the heart of the issue. Running my fingers up and down her arm, I study her guarded expression. “There’s no need to rush, Reese. We can wait until you’re more comfortable.”

“There’s no point in waiting, because I’ll never be completely comfortable.”

“Then I’ll never have sex with you.”

She frowns, growling at me. “I’m saying I’m an awkward mess. Don’t expect me to be a tiger in bed like you.”

I bite down a smile. “A tiger?”

“Calm down.” There’s laughter in her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to stroke your ego.”

“I happen to be very humble.”

“Sure. If you say so. An incredibly humble tiger in bed and I am just the quivering, chubby bunny.”

“Hold up, chubby?”

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