Page 43 of Show Me How
“I would have told you last night.”
“Tell me now,” she murmurs, gaze falling, drifting to my mouth.
I adjust my arm, letting my hand hang before looping a finger through her hair. The touch is subtle, hardly much to write homeabout, but her reaction to it is what makes it intoxicating. Her eyelids fan closed at the same second her body quakes with a shiver. I reach for her now, taking more of her hair and fitting it loosely in a fist.
My gaze is sharp as it runs over her face, dissecting the breaths being sucked quickly between her parted lips and the fluttering of her lashes. I give her hair a gentle tug, just enough to have her feeling it. The whimper that escapes her sends an electric charge right through my middle. I release her hair and smooth it over her shoulder.
Jesus Christ.
It takes a few moments for her to realize I’ve let her go. The flutter of her lashes as she opens her eyes is gentle, so unlike what I’m used to in situations like this.
“I’ll make the exception for you,” I decide, letting my words fall between us without knowing exactly how she’ll react.
Her brows pinch together. “You . . . will?”
“Did you think I’d turn you down?”
“Don’t make me answer that,” she whispers.
Curling my fingers into a fist, I keep it bare of her hair and push it against the couch back. “I can’t fuck you, though, Millie.”
Her face blooms in a deep pink blush. “Oh! Oh, right?—”
“I’d destroy you. I might be open to changing my rules, but I can’t give you the kind of sex that’s fit for a woman like you.”
“A woman like me,” she echoes, her nostrils flaring as the wheels in her mind start turning.
I reach for the hand she has still on her thigh and give it a squeeze. “I didn’t mean it that way. More like I wouldn’t treat you right. The romantic love shit. It’s just not my thing.”
“So, what, you’d only want to teach me the other things?”
My head almost falls back as my cock grows too stiff in my jeans. I clear my throat and shift my hips, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Is that what you’re looking for? A teacher?”
“Why not? We could still be just friends that way.”
“Spoken like someone with little experience, princess.”
“Flirty friends are a thing, aren’t they? You’re a good guy, and I’m asking you to do this for me. We could set boundaries, rules. It would work, right?” she asks, sounding so damn hopeful that I agree without meaning to.
“Yeah, boundaries would work.”
Or fuck us both over when someone inevitably tumbles over them. I know it wouldn’t be me, which means that Millie would be the one getting hurt. That’s not the point of her being here on this self-discovery journey of hers.
I’ve always known I was a bit of a jackass, but right now, it’s a matter of fact. It’s just too bad that still doesn’t make me call this off.
13
MILLIE
It turnsout that setting boundaries for something like this isn’t exactly my specialty.
After Shade left, I stayed right here on the couch, unable to stop my mind from racing. It all seemed like a great idea at the time. An obviously experienced man being up for the challenge of teaching a much less experienced woman about sex is a dream. Especially when he’s someone whom I’ve started to think of as a friend.
He won’t let me make a fool out of myself, and I know that everything he teaches me will be useful in the future. I’ll be like a sex pro by the time I head back home. Chadwick will be a guy from the past, and I’ll be able to start fresh with more knowledge than I’ve ever had.
Still, my nerves won’t settle. Neither will the guilt of feeling like I forced Shade into this.
