Page 61 of Show Me How
The heat from his breath makes me shiver, and the laugh he lets loose a beat later tells me that he felt it. I flex my fingers in his back pocket and try to ignore that I’m cupping his butt right now. Clamping my lips together, I keep my giggle inside and focus on getting to my cabin.
Then . . . I’m sure the way I’m touching him right now won’t feel so scandalous.
I can’t tell if that excites me or terrifies me.
18
SHADE
Millie’snearly vibrating with nerves.
She went from taking the lead and stepping into her cabin first to standing frozen in front of her bedroom door with a spine so straight I could probably crack it in half if I poked hard enough. I’m trying not to get a big head, but fuck, she doesn’t make it easy.
Every shiver, blush, and freeze up makes it harder for me to keep from giving in to what I’ve wanted since I first saw her at Peakside. It’s easier to pretend I don’t want to fuck her four ways to Sunday when we’re at the studio or when she’s giving her attention to something else. But when it’s on me?
I dip my eyes down her back to where her skirt brushes the backs of her upper thigh. She’s rubbing them together, her tight-clad feet pressing into the floor. My fingers strain and stretch before I busy them with gripping the top of the door frame. I wet my lips and press myself flush against her.
“Duck out now, or go to the bed, Millie.”
“Which lesson is this?” she asks softly, timidly.
“Which do you think?”
Her swallow is more audible than the words she whispers.
“Louder. I’m here for you. Tell me what you think we’re going to do.”
“You’re going to watch me . . . touch myself.”
I bring my hand to the side of her neck and use a finger to guide her hair behind her shoulder. Her collarbone pebbles with goosebumps that trail beneath her top. It’s too easy to follow their path beneath the silky fabric until I touch a thin strap at her shoulder.
“I’m going to watch, but I’m going to help too. You should be able to make yourself come, princess. Fuck knows not every man you meet will know how to get you there. It’s up to you to ease that ache whenever it gets too bad,” I murmur, feeling that same goddamn discomfort between my legs.
“You think you’ll be able to help? What if?—”
I remove my fingers from her bra strap and smooth them down her arm instead, circling her wrist.
“I’ll be able to help. Never met a woman I couldn’t get screaming, Millie.” With her wrist in my grasp, I move it to her stomach, pressing her palm to the waistband of her skirt. “You’ll need to be vocal with me. Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t.”
She jerks her head in a nod and draws a sharp breath between her lips. I cover my fingers over each of hers and slowly glide two beneath the band and to where a second one rests an inch lower. It’s thinner, softer.
“What are you thinking?”
“I—I’m—It’s good.”
“What’s good?”
“This. What you’re doing,” she rambles breathlessly.
“What do you want to do next? Are we staying in the doorway?”
“No.”
“No . . .”
She slides her fingers from beneath mine to between them, linking them. “The bed.”
“Lay on it, Milie. On your back.”
