Page 75 of Show Me How
“I’m not interested in learning how to please women.”
His smirk is small, knowing. “I meant, it’s important for you to know what it feels like with a man who knows what he’s doingwith his mouth between your thighs so if you’re with one who doesn’t, you don’t have to settle.”
“I’m not—I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I admit, gaze falling to the firm line of his torso.
Beneath his T-shirt, his abs flex, and a set of defined pectoral muscles rise and fall with his strong breaths. I remember how they felt beneath my palm and roll my lips together to hide my reaction.
He settles his hands on my hips, holding firmly. His hold allows him the ease of moving me wherever he wants me, and he does with a sharp tug. I fall against his chest, our middles pressed together, his jeans scraping the bare skin of my thighs. My inhale is sharp as I lift my eyes. Shade doesn’t look annoyed with me, only curious.
“There’s no rush. Just tell me when you are ready,” he says.
I nod, unsure what to do with my hands now that they’ve fallen between us. “So, you’ll teach me about men?”
“I’ll teach you about me, and you can use that knowledge for others. Just remember that every guy is different. We’re similar enough, but some things that work for me won’t work for others.”
“Like what?” I can’t help but ask.
“Not yet.”
I swallow my frustration with that answer and focus on our closeness. With every breath I take, my chest moves closer to his. It’s like I’m leaning toward him without meaning to. It’s instinct, and I know that soon enough, there won’t be room for my hands between us. I’ll need to move them. To use them to touch him . . .
Shade thumbs my waist, tucking his hands beneath my shirt to where I’m bare above my skirt. I shiver this time, unable to help it as goosebumps break out beneath his touch. My hips jerk forward, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
There’s a bulge beneath me, rising high enough inside his jeans to scrape at my centre. It’s light, a teasing brush that shoots tiny sparks up my body.
“Remember when we talked about following instincts, Millie?” he asks roughly.
I do. It pings around in my mind while I bring a hand to the back of his neck, holding it there as if waiting for approval. He leans back into my touch, his hair tickling my fingers before I curl them in it. Eyes on me, Shade tightens his grip on my waist.
He keeps his lips parted, that thicker bottom one jutting out slightly. I rise on my knees, pushing forward along his groin and hovering slightly above him. The position makes my spine straighten with confidence, power, almost. I tug lightly on his hair, urging his head back and watching the way his pupils expand.
“My instincts aren’t all that sharp,” I murmur, closing in on his mouth.
He pulls me forward, and our middles clash even harder, leaving me no choice but to set my other hand on the couch behind him. “Seem fine to me.”
My rebuttal gets snatched from my mind when he moves his hips, rolling them slightly. I gasp, pleasure jabbing low in my belly as he rubs against me. My eyes widen and fix themselves to the twitch of his mouth. There’s a fire sparking in my blood that encourages me to move this time.
There’s no room for worry or doubt when I tug harder on his hair and crane his head back before dropping my lips to his.
22
SHADE
My groan is strangledbehind my teeth when she kisses me. I try not to squeeze her too hard, forcing my fingers to flex on her waist. She’s still shy, a bit awkward as she leads us, parting my lips with hers. Her confidence is growing, though, and it’s fucking hot to feel.
Millie tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls on the strands, forcing me to keep my head back. My jaw loosens in surprise, leaving my mouth open in invitation. I keep my tongue resting in place, waiting to see just how in control she wants to be right now.
Thumb gliding over the soft, pebbled skin of her waist, I rock her forward again, hinting at the continued movement I want her to make. Fuck knows there’s a big enough bulge in my jeans for her to rub on if she’d just?—
Her tongue traces the shape of my bottom lip before flicking at mine. She spreads her thighs over my lap and sinks onto me, lowering her centre to my groin. I grunt at the bite of lust in my middle and roll my hips up, letting her know how I’m feeling.
“Good girl,” I praise gruffly when she pants, staying where she is.
She cracks her eyes open to stare at me, pink splattering over her nose. Her words are breathless, whispered.
“What now?”
“Ride it for a bit, princess. Get nice and relaxed for me.”
