Page 33 of Face Me Off

I shove that thought away. This isn’t the time for romantic interludes. I’m here for sex and sex only. Well, that and to learn a few things. It’s a friends-with-benefits arrangement for a reason. I don’t need to know about his past hookups.

“I know the reputation I have, but I’m not the fuckboy you seem to think I am.”

“Aren’t you?” I shake my head. I’m letting my nerves turn me into a bitch. “Sorry, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter.”

“If you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to do anything.”

“No, that’s not it.” I straightened my shoulders and met his skepticism straight on. “I do want this.”

He stares at me for a beat before grabbing my hand and guiding me toward the windows. Once we’re in front of the glass, he pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me. Calmness washes over me. It’s as if being tucked inside his large frame is the solution for anything. No one can touch or harm me.

I lean against his chest and take in the moonlight reflecting in the waves. His fingers stroke the bare flesh above my waist, and I want to bottle this moment up.

“Question. Would you go skinny dipping in the ocean if no one is around?”

I look toward the sea. The dark waves crash upon the shore. It’s mesmerizing watching the waves roll in a synchronized fashion, but it’s not too appealing for swimming, at least not to me. “Nope. Too many creatures.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my ear, and good God, it turns me on. “How about the pool?”

My gaze drops to the calmer water. “That’s more my speed.”

“And how about this?” His voice is barely above a whisper as he leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. It’s hot and hungry and oh, so perfect.

As we pull away for a breath, I gaze up at him wide-eyed. For once, I’m speechless. The intensity in his eyes screams more than friendship and a hell of a lot more than lessons.

Ryan breaks away. He removes his T-shirt as he walks over to a side chair. Next goes his pants, followed by his underwear.

Holy crap, he’s hung. I knew that—felt it even—but my memory didn’t give it the proper justice. How the hell would I fit that in my mouth? Shouldn’t my first time be with a smaller size? He’s not even at full mast.

“What’s going through your head?”

“How much bigger does that get?” The crack in my voice makes him chuckle.

“You need to do something for me to find out.”

“Like what?”

“Walk over to the couch. I’ll stay in the chair. Take off your shorts and shirt.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s your curiosity.”

My heart hammers as I go to stand by the couch. I remove my shirt first.

“Turn around when you take off your shorts. I want to catch a glimpse of that sexy ass of yours.”

I do as he says, and I can hear him moaning before turning around. Warmth surges inside me and fills me with pleasure. Why do I melt at this guy’s command?

I bite my lip. God, I’m actually doing this.

With my nemesis. Though the title doesn’t really hold the truth anymore, does it?

The guy is showing me his cock to teach me how to give head, and I’m willingly going along like a lamb to the slaughter. But as I catch his gaze, all smoky and intense, my doubts dissolve.

He leans back in the chair, totally naked now, his clothes messily strewn on the floor. Those darkened gray eyes sear into me as he strokes, by far, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.

Not in porn. Not in the dick picks a couple of guys had sent me.

---