Page 27 of A Reclusive Heart

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she suddenly asked.

He followed her gaze to the television and nearly groaned when he realized what she was asking. “No, it doesn’t,” he said tightly, shifting on the couch, again, which sadly had nothing to do with the brunette giving head in the movie and everything to do with the little recluse sitting by his side taking notes.

“It doesn’t hurt when her teeth glide over it?” Jamie asked, looking entranced with the action as he struggled not to imagine Jamie on her knees in front of him doing exactly that. What the hell had he been thinking offering to help her with this?

He really was a fucking idiot.

Any other man would have shoved her out the door, but instead of doing that, he’d offered to teach her about sex. Now, he was stuck sitting here, sporting the hardest erection of hislife and wishing like hell that he hadn’t offered to put himself through this hell.

“Why is she moaning when he’s not even touching her?” Jamie asked, sounding curious.

“Because it’s a movie,” Nick said, shifting again before reluctantly adding, “And some women enjoy the act.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Nick said tightly, praying the movie would end soon and he’d be able to get her out of here so he could relieve himself, again. For almost two weeks, he’d been forced to seek relief from his hand as she drove him crazy and wondered why the little recluse affected him like this.

She was cute, pretty, and had a great body, but he’d seen better, but no other woman left him hard and aching like her. The only explanation he had for this temporary insanity was the fact that she was forbidden fruit and virginal, untouched. He nearly whimpered when his cock jumped at the thought.

This was hell.

“I don’t think he’s doing that right.”

“What?” Nick asked, refusing to look at her, knowing that his poor dick didn’t need a visual.

“She looks bored and, um, well, his tongue is barely touching her,” she pointed out.

He looked back at the screen and cursed softly as he watched the man go down on the admittedly bored-looking woman. Normally, that was something he liked to skip with a woman. It was too intimate and he sure as hell didn’t trust any woman enough to do that. He might like one-night stands, but that didn’t mean he liked to take chances. Growing up the way he had, he knew damn well what could happen. It also didn’t hurt that he didn’t have much of an interest in doing it.

Until now.

Now, he wanted to do it for Jamie. Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to do it forhim. He wanted to strip her naked, lay her on the bed and lick between her legs where he knew he’d find her soft, so damn soft, and wet. He’d take her with his tongue, but not like this idiot was doing, and he’d make damn sure that she wasn’t bored. Until she screamed his name, he wouldn’t stop licking her, sucking her, fuck-

“I don’t think I want some guy doing that to me,” Jamie muttered, sounding disgusted.

He just barely stopped himself from telling her that he damn well was going to do that to her and she damned well was going to like it when he remembered that he was going through a momentary lapse of sanity. She was a shy, little recluse who didn’t know the game and was far from his type. He liked his women practiced, who knew what they wanted in bed, and more importantly, how to give him what he wanted. Jamie didn’t know shit and was going to be completely dependent on whatever guy she took to bed.

Why the idea of being the one to teach Jamie how to fuck had his poor dick twitching, Nick would never know, but he wished like hell that it would stop. He rubbed his hands over his damp face and had to wonder when he’d broken out into a sweat. Probably about the same time he thought about Jamie’s lips wrapped around his dick, Nick thought, shifting again.

“Wait, why is he putting his-”

Whatever she said was lost on him as his eyes shot to the screen. He felt is eyebrows arch impossibly higher as he dove for the remote.

“Wait! I wanted to see that!” Jamie grumbled, but he didn’t care. A man could only take so much.

“It’s time for bed,” Nick blurted out as he swiped a magazine off the bureau and held it discreetly in front of the huge tent in his pants.

“What?” Jamie asked, shooting a nervous look between him and the bed. The fact that she didn’t look excited over the idea did not piss him off.

It didn’t.

“I meant that I’m tired and that we’re going to have to call it a night,” he explained tightly.

“Oh,” Jamie mumbled, shoulders slumping as she stood up, hugging her notebook against her chest as she headed for the door only to pause halfway there and worry her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re still going to help me, right?” Jamie asked softly as she stared down at her feet and he just barely stopped himself from going over to her and taking her into his arms.

He was not a hugger, damn it!

“Yes,” Nick bit out, knowing that the sooner he helped her get laid, the better. No, scratch that. The soonerhegot laid the better.

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