Page 31 of Drive Me Wild
“Show you—” I huff out a breath and step to the side into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The heat between us is making me thirsty.
“That woman texted you for sex, right?”
“Yeah,” I mumble over my shoulder.
“She’s not your girlfriend, right?”
“Not my girlfriend.”
“So that means that you’re good at it if she’s in Port Stratton, where there are plenty of bars to meet people, and she is asking to meet up withyou.”
I turn back around to face her.
“This means something to you, doesn’t it?” The riot in my body makes it hard to think, but I feel like I can’t let her down. I want her to believe in herself, just like she’s helping me believe in myself. And I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that I have been craving her like I’ve never craved another woman.
“It means everything to me. I want my future husband to think he won the lottery. I want to be…a sex kitten in the sack.”
“Zoe, if he doesn’t think he won the lottery, no matter how good you are in bed, he doesn’t deserve you.”
I see her throat work as she swallows something back, and I realize I may have said more than I was ready to. More than I am ready to admit to myself or out loud.
“Will you do it? Will you help me?”
I stare at her for a long time in silence. I have been craving her lips since I first saw her months ago at the bar, and it has only grown more intense. The animal in me wants to press her against the wall and hear her scream my name while I fuck the insecurities right out of her body. The guy I’m trying to be wants to help her. To show her that she’s one of a kind and worthy of worship. Before I can talk myself out of it, I decide I have to help her. Even if it means she’ll take what she learns and use it with another guy.
“We’ve got to lay down some ground rules first.”
Chapter Fifteen: Zoe
Iwake up early the next day and head into town, parking in my usual spot at the back of Buzz’s Auto Body.
The rules we set for my education were simple—no penetration and no shame. Those were his rules. No holding back—that was mine.
I walk down the alley on the side of his building and knock on the door. He opens it up with a shit-eating grin and a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
“You sure you want to do this?”
I push past him, reaching for the coffee and taking a swig before handing it back to him.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Even though I was up half the night freaking out. Even though my heart is pounding in my chest. Even though I’m afraid that I will make such a fool of myself that Caleb will back out of our agreement. Which is pretty one-sided, honestly. Since he said no penetration, I’m not sure what he’s getting out of this.
He locks the side door and I follow him upstairs into the living room. I stand in the middle of the room because I don’t knowwhat to do. He puts down his mug of coffee and then walks over, eases the strap of my purse off my shoulder, and places it on the table. Then he points to the couch.
“Sit.”
His gruff voice stirs my insides. I curl up on the couch with my legs pulled up.
He lowers himself nearby and studies my face. And then he starts talking.
“Men and women are very different when it comes to arousal. Most men don’t need much to get going. But a woman—” he reaches over and pulls my legs out from under me so that they are lying across his lap. “A woman is more complex. She needs time. She needs connection.”
“I don’t need to know how to turn on a woman.”
“You absolutely do.”
“Why? I’m trying to be good in bed for my future husband.”
