Page 134 of Show Me How
“Nah, you’re not.”
I look away from him long enough to check what room we’re in when he stops. “You don’t know that.”
“I know everything about you, Millicent,” he purrs, setting me down on my feet.
My jaw slacks slightly as she uses my full name. It’s the first time he’s ever said it, and while I don’t hate the way it sounds coming from him, it’s not right. Not me anymore, if it ever was.
He keeps his eyes on me as he uses the room key to unlock the door and then pushes it open. Each backward step he takes draws me to follow him, matching his pace.
“I’m not Millicent when I’m with you,” I say, breathless.
Shade’s exhale saw out of him as he reaches for me, taking hold of my waist. He pulls me toward him, and the door swings shut, sealing us in the room. My bag falls from his shoulder before he picks me up again, this time so I’m straddling his middle and our mouths hover an inch apart.
I don’t look where we’re going when he moves through the room. The only thing I want to see is him.
“My Millie girl,” he says, voice low and tight. “Need you to teach me something for a change.”
I fist the hair at the back of his head, craning it back so I can bring my lips to his neck, inhaling as I kiss the warm skin. He shudders against me, the hardness of his body pressing so firmly against me that we may as well be moulding into one person.
“What lesson?” I whisper.
Shade grips my ass, using the new hold to keep me in place when he lowers us to the bed. I pull back just enough to meet his gaze. It’s blazing, his need on display for me to see while he presses between my legs, letting me feel it, too.
“I don’t want to fuck you tonight.”
My throat closes up, my eyes flicking between his in search of a reason why. “Did I do something wrong?”
He dips his head, kissing me softly, his lips barely ghosting across mine. I loosen my hold on his hair, stroking fingers through it instead as I wait for him to speak.
“I’ve never made love before, Millie. Not once.”
My lungs constrict. Words fail me. All I can do is tighten my legs around his waist, keeping him against me in case he tries to run away.
“Me neither,” I admit softly.
“No, but you know how. You know what it should feel like and how to get there. I want you to show me so I can give you that.”
“Shade . . .” I bring his face closer, kissing him now, making sure it’s more than just a brush of lips.
“Don’t argue. I trust you. Just tell me what to do.”
This side of him is new. It’s raw and vulnerable in a way I knew he could be but wasn’t expecting to see tonight.
With a gentle touch, I stroke up his side and shift beneath him. Our middles brush, and my breath disappears at the spark of pleasure that follows.
“We need to move further up the bed,” I croak.
He doesn’t reply before moving us. With a steady arm beneath my body, he pulls me up until my head sinks into the pillow, hovering above me.
“Clothes.” I pinch the fabric of his shirt and let my legs fall to the bed.
Backing up, he reaches for my shoes, slipping them off one by one. I watch him carefully set them on the floor before bringing his hands back to my feet and drawing a firm line up each arch with his thumbs. The sound that escapes me is rough, a mix between a whine and a moan.
“I’ll do this more often.” It’s a promise. “As long as you wear those pretty things, I’ll make sure your feet never hurt.”
My lips quirk. “You think they’re pretty?”
“I think everything you wear is. You could wear a garbage bag and I’d pant after you.”
