Page 30 of The Lessons

“No. Why?”

“You just shuddered.”

Shit.There went my fucking body again, giving away everything. I could lie all I wanted, but my body wasn’t necessarily going to go along with it.

“No, it’s cool. I’m fine. Keep going.”

“Okay.” He continued to glide his hand over me. After he circled my hips, he came back to my tits. He traced them with one finger, dragging it from the top all the way to the fullness below.

My tits were the one part of my body with which I was rather satisfied. I’d been blessed with a very full C cup, something I felt was the perfect size. I stole a glance at him as he made his way around them, his face serious. I found myself wondering if he was enjoying himself and hoped he was.

Then he stopped.

I was about to ask why when he sat up so that he could straddle me. Oh, the feeling of Ryan Andrews on top of me; it was exquisite. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His golden torso started with broad, muscular shoulders and made its way down to his waist, a perfect ‘v’, rippling with abs and pecs and all those muscles I’d never much thought about. Until now.

I was now officially a fan of abs.

Ryan palmed my tits again. “You have very nice breasts, Natalie.”

I felt myself involuntarily cringe, and he stopped.

Crap.

“Are you okay? Am I too heavy?” Ryan looked down at me, his muscular thighs hovering above my hips.

“No.” I paused. “You’re fine.”

“What is it? You just made a face.”

“What? No, I didn’t.” I feigned ignorance, but I knew exactly why I’d made a face. However, I wasn’t going to say it.

“You did. You looked uncomfortable. Tell me why,” he commanded.

He had me at a disadvantage, towering over me, taunting me with that lean, golden body.

“No, it’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Natalie. Do I need to remind you of the ground rules? Honesty. If we are going to work in here, we have to be honest with each other. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid. You have to tell me.”

I stared up at him and briefly considered not telling him, just so I could stay in this position for a little while longer. I liked him on top of me. I liked it a lot.

“It’s dumb.”

“Tell me.”

“Fine.” I took a deep breath. “I just fucking hate the word ‘breasts.’” There. I’d said it.

He paused for half a moment and then leaned back on his heels and let out a roar of laughter.

Huh?I found myself glancing everywhere but at him, which was hard since he took up most of my field of vision.

Once he was done laughing, he tilted his head back and peeled himself off me, coming to lie alongside me in the bed.

I made a face at him and lowered my voice. “I told you it was stupid.”

He looked alarmed. “No, no, no… Natalie, that’s not why I’m laughing. It’s your constant swearing. It just cracks me up sometimes. I mean, it’s in such contrast to how you look on the outside.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I grinned at him. He and I both knew I was joking.

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