Page 14 of My Reluctant Valentine

“She’s good,” I managed. “Safe.”

“You’re being weird.” Jake’s voice turned suspicious. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Everything. “Nothing.”

“Sutton.”

“It’s good, Jake. Stop worrying. I plan on starting her driving lessons on Monday.” After I’ve spent the weekend thoroughly teaching her everything she needed to know about her body. And mine.

“She agreed?” The hope in his voice made guilt twist in my gut. “That’s... that’s good. Just... be careful with her, okay? She acts tough, but...”

“I know.” And I did. I saw the vulnerability beneath her medical terms, the statistics she quoted like they were a magic formula about life.

“Do you?” The protective brother tone emerged.

The shower ended and I tried to reassure him. “I do, Jake. I’ll take care of her.”

“I knew I could count on you.” Jake hung up, leaving me standing in the middle of the hotel room feeling guilty as hell. But as I remembered the feel of Ella in my arms, her innocence, her spirit, I knew I didn’t have any other choice. I was going to make her mine.

Ella emerged from the bedroom with a shy smile. She’d followed my instructions and was wearing a blue button-down blouse that made me want to commit crimes.

Every single button was an invitation to sin. The fabric pulled slightly across her breasts, and all I could think about was slowly undoing each button, revealing her inch by inch, teaching her what that perfect body of hers was capable of. I loved her curves. Hell, I could be falling. Hard and fast.

I mentally shook my head. I wasn’t going there. While I hadn’t left a string of broken hearts behind me, I’d realized early on I wasn’t a relationship kind of man.

“Is this... appropriate?” She tugged at the hem of the shirt down over the black skirt she was wearing. “My friend said it was a snack. Which I assumed was good? Though I don’t understand why clothing would be compared to food.”

“Oh, you’re definitely a snack, little doctor.” I let my gaze drag over her curves. “The kind I want to spend hours tasting.”

Her cheeks flushed that delicious pink, but her eyes darkened. “Hours?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I stepped closer, enjoying how her breath caught. “Want me to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you?”

She nodded, teeth catching her lower lip.

“First,” I traced one button with my finger, not quite touching her breast, “I’m going to undo these. One by one. Kiss every inch of skin I expose.” My voice dropped lower. “Then I’m going to put my mouth on those perfect tits you’ve been teasing me with.”

“That’s... that’s not very clinical terminology.” The words came out breathless.

“No more clinical terms.” I backed her against the wall, bracketing her with my arms. “I want to hear you beg in plain English when I make you come with my tongue.”

She made a small, almost desperate sound that went straight to my cock. “People really do that? I mean, I’ve read about it, but...”

“Baby, I’m going to do things to you that aren’t in any of your medical books.” I brushed my lips against her ear. “I’m going to eat that sweet pussy until you forget every technical term you know. Make you scream my name instead of anatomy lessons.”

Her entire body shuddered. “That’s... that’s very explicit language.”

“Too much?”

“No.” She grabbed my shirt when I started to pull back. “I... I like it. It makes me feel... hot. Achy. Like I need...”

“Tell me what you need.” I nipped her earlobe. “Tell me, plain and dirty, what you want me to do to you.”

She squirmed against me, searching for words. “I want... I want you to...”

“Use those romance novel terms,” I encouraged, trailing kisses down her neck. “Tell me your dirtiest fantasy.”

“I want you to...” She swallowed hard. “Touch me. Everywhere. Make me feel what those books describe.”

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