Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) (7 page)

"Can…uh…can I do anything for you?" She turned onto her side with her head propped up on her hand.

"Not tonight."

"Why not?"

His gaze swept her curvy form up and down. "I made a mistake, jumping on you the moment the door was closed. You need to get used to this slowly. I didn't even plan to touch you tonight. I was going to just let you get accustomed to being here."

"That's the best way, huh?" she asked somberly. "I guess you've educated a lot of virgins."

He rolled his eyes. "I haven't touched a virgin since high school."

Janey gaped at him. "What? But you're an expert."

"At sex, Janey. I haven't a clue about virgins. I had no idea you'd be so tight. I'm going to make this good for you, though, whatever it takes."

He sounded so grim. It made her feel sad for him.

"This is awful for you, Nyall, isn't it? Really unpleasant."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that."

"Are you sure you don't want to call one of your mistresses?" She felt virtuous suggesting it, given that she was starting to be really opposed to the idea for some reason.

"They're not my mistresses."

"They kind of are, though, aren't they? You call them when you want them and give them expensive gifts. Okay, sex partners, then," she said hurriedly at his narrowed gaze. "I know that was one of the rules, not to be with other people this week, but I'll understand if you need to. Even one day of celibacy must be tough for a person who's used to scads and scads of sex."

"Thanks. I don't want anyone else right now."

"Are you sure? I thought Amy might be a good one to call, if she's not too busy working on her project. She seems to understand you really well."

His stared at her.

"And you see her the most, don't you?" Janey said encouragingly. "I'll bet she could—oh!" as he rolled over and onto her in one swift movement, pushing her down onto her back again.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I know Amy's phone number if I need it."

She could feel his erection pressing between her thighs and her eyes widened. "You're very hard," she whispered.

"I'll jack off later," he said deliberately. "It's what I've been doing for weeks. Getting off on my own, when I could have been coming over to your place and teaching you how to handle me."

"You've been pleasuring yourself? Why? Were they all busy?"

"Janey, stop fucking talking about the women."

"But—"

"Before this week is over, you'll know how to swallow my cock, take it inside your pussy and at this rate take it in the ass, so that takes care of all my needs. But for now, it's my problem. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Your virginity is also my problem. And it's one I asked for. So stop feeling sorry for me."

"O-okay. Can I watch?"

"Can you watch what?"

"When you pleasure yourself."

He stared. "You want to watch me."

She nodded, lifting her hips and liking the sound of it when he groaned. "I liked seeing you touch yourself just now." She sought his hand and brought it down between their bodies. "It was sexy. Please touch yourself."

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" he said with the beginnings of a smile.

"There's so much I want to do," she said earnestly. "Stuff I've read about or imagined. And even more I've never even dreamed about that I'm thinking about now. I know you can teach me all of it. I may never get the chance again. This is a super special gift you're giving me, Nyall."

He stroked her cheek. "I'm so damn selfless."

She nodded, taking him seriously. "You could be swimming on some beach right now. Instead, you're here with me."

"Actually, I was going camping in Copper Canyon."

"Mexico?" she squeaked. "You are kind. You gave up a real vacation. Nyall, I'm going to teach you how to make everything—cheesecake, lasagna, banana bread, fried chicken, all the food bachelors love. I hope it empowers you because your doing what you did to me with all those orgasms empowers me and it was
thrilling
."

"Janey." He kissed her mouth, his soft lips nipping urgently at hers. When his head finally lifted, his breathing was labored.

"Did you like the pineapple carrot cake I sent over?" she said breathlessly.

"Yes."

"It had a special cream cheese icing with a secret ingredient my Aunt Ellen's ex-husband's grandma made all of us promise never to tell anyone about. That and the fact that it's dairy based is why I can't serve it professionally. You have to be able to disclose ingredients."

"Janey."

It hit her that he was talking in monosyllables. She could feel his shaft through the cotton of his briefs rubbing against her crotch. A warm flush bathed her cheeks.

"Touch yourself, please," she said. "I hate that you're frustrated when I'm so satisfied."

"My bedroom's there." He gestured with his head. "I can wait till you're asleep."

"This isn't your bedroom?" She looked around, stunned. It was a small room, but she hadn't expected he'd carry her to a guest room. "Aren't we sleeping together?"

"I wasn't planning on it, no."

"Oh." She was disappointed. Those times she lay in bed longing for a boyfriend, one thing she wished for was for someone to cuddle with. "And you don't even want to let me watch."

"I'm more and more tempted every minute, believe me."

"Then let me. Or better yet, let me do it. I'll be more than happy to do the touching." She wiggled against him.

"How did you stay a virgin for twenty-nine years?" He took her hand and brought it down to his shaft and she eagerly closed it over him. "If I hadn't felt inside your tight slit myself I wouldn't believe it. Harder, Janey. Squeeze harder."

"That has to hurt you."

"No, it doesn't hurt. Hard—ah, that's right. Now go up to the top and—no, not hard there. Shit." He rolled off her and rose to his knees. One hand grabbed his flesh and Janey propped herself up again and watched unblinkingly as he slowly worked himself. His cock was beautiful—long and arced and a dark color that made him seem exotic and intriguing.

Janey flushed. She was fascinated and excited as she watched him stroke himself. Even more excited to see him narrow his eyes at her. He paused.

"Having fun?" he said.

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to learn this," she said, kneeling too. "Will you teach me?"

He shook his head. "I can't teach you tonight. I can fucking smell you and it's driving me insane. You're driving me insane, Janey."

"What happens when you come?" she asked, feeling herself go liquid inside. "Where does it go? When you do this to yourself."

"I use a towel, sweetheart."

"Shall I get you one?"

"Christ." He turned his head, sucking in his cheeks, and then he laughed. "I can't do this. Janey, come here." He stretched out and pulled her with him. She lay alongside him and he held her close. His erection stabbed into her belly. "Don't move. Just don't…move."

"But you'll be frustrated. Do you need to go and take care of yourself? You can go do that."

"Really. I can, huh?"

"Yes. I know I talk a lot. It happens when I'm nervous. But I'll shut up for sure and let you go off and do your, your masturbation thing. You're still hard. You must want an orgasm badly."

He groaned and tightened his arm around her. "Janey, do
you
want an orgasm?"

She nibbled her lip. "I already had more than my fair share."

"Do you want another one?"

"Kind of. Yeah, I guess."

"You know I want to push my cock all the way in you and fuck you hard," he said. "Don't you?" His hand moved right where she wanted it.

"Yes, but what I don't know is
why
. I'm not your type."

"Amen." His tone was heartfelt.

"It's too bad, too," she said. "I wish—ow.
Ow
."

"You're chapped. Just from that little bit of finger play, you're puffy and raw. I'd better leave you alone or tomorrow you'll be too sore to participate." He was withdrawing, getting up.

"Are you going to go pleasure yourself now?"

"I'm going to take a shower. You can take one in the guest bathroom."

"I'd like to shower with you."

"Not tonight." He hesitated. "We'll sleep together, if you really want that. Though you'll be changing your tune soon enough."

"Yes, I do," she said. She looked around for her skirt and found it on the floor. She grabbed for it.

The garment was snatched right out of her grasp. He dangled it thoughtfully.

His expression was bland. "Ah. I almost forgot. Do you remember the rule I talked about in that email? The one you argued with me about?

"I'm supposed to do everything you say having to do with sex?"

"Right. Here's your first order. I don't want you to wear any clothes while you're staying here with me."

Janey froze. "What?"

"No clothes, Janey. You'll be naked. Day and night, all week. Except," he qualified, "if somebody comes over. Then you can put something on. But otherwise, you need to get used to being comfortable with your body around a man. So nothing to cover you up except a sheet or blanket if you're cold. Including shoes. Now I'm going to take that shower. See you in the other bedroom. Naked." He bent down and kissed her hard and fast. "And one more thing, Janey. In case you didn't know it, you were fucking adorable tonight."

He touched her nose and then strolled out of the room.

Janey hesitated, wrapped the towel around herself, then walked determinedly out of the bathroom.

She paused to get her bearings in the darkness. Although Nyall Anderson's condo had an open floor plan, the layout was an optical illusion. There were more rooms than it seemed at first. Wandering about the periphery of the central living area to locate the bathroom, she'd ultimately encountered three of them as well as two bedrooms, an office, an entertainment room, a utility room, a workout room, a kitchen and a full pantry—which, she took note, was almost empty of provisions—as well as a number of random closets here and there, one almost the size of a regular room. The place was huge.

The light underneath a door guided her to his bedroom. She walked over to it, opened it cautiously, and poked her head around.

"Come in."

Nyall's velvety voice was lazy. Janey squared her shoulders and eased herself just inside the door.

The man was in bed half under the covers, bare-chested. Janey's gaze zeroed in on that unbelievable chest. Talk about different from her own! He was broad and he was long. And hard, hard, hard. A light sprinkling of brown hair decorated those sculpted pecs centered by tiny, flat nipples. The comforter folded down from his hips was black with narrow threads of gold in the style she was beginning to privately call "bold rich-dude masculine."

Nyall in bed was pretty much all she registered, as she was overcome with shyness.

He chuckled when he saw her.

"Take the towel off, Janey."

"Are you sure about this nakedness thing?" she said. "I'm thinking it's overkill. You've already seen—"

"Everything I say—"

"Yes, I know, I just—"

"
Without
questioning it. Do you remember that part?"

"Oh. No, I didn't remember."

"Take the towel off, turn out the light, and come in to bed. Let's try to get some sleep."

Janey spotted the light switch on the wall, scuttled in front of it, turned her back to Nyall, dropped the towel and instantly switched off the light.

"Nice one," he said dryly. "I have some bad news for you."

"What?"

"I have excellent night vision."

She froze halfway to the bed.

"Though it does take me a few seconds to get adjusted," he allowed.

She practically threw herself onto the bed.

He was laughing by the time she was safely tucked in under the covers on her side of the bed.

From his tone and his mirth, she got an inkling of what his shower had included. "You've already pleasured yourself, haven't you?" she said.

"Yeah. Go to sleep. Try, anyway."

"You keep implying it'll be difficult," she gabbed. "I'm actually a pretty heavy sleeper, even when I'm staying at a hotel. So I don't think I'll have any problem sleeping with you."

"Everybody has a problem sleeping with me," he said. "Including me."

He sounded tired, she thought. She so wanted to wiggle over to his side and cuddle with him.

Her heart was thumping madly, and it wasn't just from the hot, pounding spray of the shower just now or even the pleasant pulses that still rippled inside her from the climaxes he'd given her. She was trying to deal with the unreal fact that she was about to go to sleep next to a man in his bed.

A near stranger.

A gorgeous, beyond-sexy stranger.

One who'd just given her the best evening of her life.

While she was naked and he was maybe naked.

She knew she was going to be awake for hours.

Nevertheless, it was surprisingly easy to get comfortable. The covers were heavy and the sheets felt cool, crisp and luxurious against her naked skin. Cozy, like she remembered from lying in bed at her Grandma Barbara's house as a kid. The mattress was extremely firm, unlike Janey's own bed, which had two broken springs.

It was also wide. With both of them lying on their respective sides, there were still a good three feet between their bodies, not including limbs.

Maybe tonight wasn't the best time to cuddle.

"This is a king size bed," she whispered.

"Go to sleep, Janey."

"Good night, Nyall. Thank you for today."

"You're welcome. And thank you."

She closed her eyes, and that was the last she knew for hours.

***

The sound of a bee buzzing was an annoying intrusion. When a male voice replaced it, though, Janey jerked up to a sitting position and blinked.

There were a few moment's disorientation as Janey looked around in the darkness. Then the surreal sound of the soft voice talking. It took a few seconds to get her bearings in the room glowing with just a night light and faint moonlight from outside.