Learning Curves (5 page)

Cocky bastard.
Thank God
. “You seem confident.” She still wasn’t totally convinced he could deliver what he was promising.

“That’s because I am.” He looked past her shoulders. “How about a glass of wine, just to take the edge off and help you relax. When I touch you, I want you to feel it. I want you fully aware when I put my hands and mouth on your body, when I slide my cock inside.” He grinned. “I’m going to fuck you right into the next century.”

Lord, when he said things like that…

“Wine,” she said quickly. “Wine is good.”
Lots of wine.

A soft chuckle sounded in his throat.

He walked past her, his body brushing hers, and he reached for a bottle of wine and uncorked it. “Let’s go eat on the deck.” With the bottle in one hand and two stemmed glasses in the other, he gestured toward the double patio doors. She scooped up the two plates of pizza and followed him out.

She breathed in the tang of salt. The moon lit up the waves lapping against the shore a few feet away. “This really is beautiful.”

They sat across from each other at the small bistro table, and she bit into her pizza. Her mind had been so preoccupied with other things that she hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she took that first bite.

He handed her a glass of wine. “We can take the boat out tomorrow if you like.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Have you ever had sex out on the water?”

She nearly choked on her crust. “No. Have you?” she asked then wished she could take her words back. Of course he’d had sex out on the water. The man had a reputation as long as her last spreadsheet.

“This is about you. Tomorrow, if you want to have sex on the boat, we can.”

Her pulse raced. “I just want to get through tonight,” she muttered.

He was about to take a bite of his pizza, then stopped. “Get through it? Lauren, there is nothing to
get through
. Sex is supposed to be fun, not something you endure.”

She took a big drink of wine, wanting to be honest. “I…just… What if I can’t…you know?

“Come?”

“Yeah. What if there really is something wrong with me?”

He put his pizza down, toyed with the stem on his wineglass and stared at her for a long moment. He frowned, and the real concern in his eyes was touching. This weekend was about sex, but Linc was making it about her, too.

“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

Her hand moved to her thigh, and Linc’s gaze followed the motion. “No.”

“Then how can you know what you like?” His eyes moved back to hers. He bit into his pizza, chewed, then nodded like he just came to some great conclusion. “Tonight you’ll touch with me. We’ll learn your body, every curve, together, and discover all your likes.”

“You want me to touch myself?” she asked, shocked she could find her voice.

His gaze held hers. “Yes.” Their knees bumped under the table, distracting her. Warm shivers skittered through her limbs. “Lots of people do.”

“Do you?” she blurted out without thinking, her body firing as she visualized his hands on his cock. Why did that image turn her on so much?

“Yeah. I can show you that, too, if you like.” He finished off his slice of pizza, but she left half of hers on the plate, too anxious to eat. “Still nervous?” he asked.

“A bit.”

“It’s okay,” he said then gave her a wink. “In a few minutes you’ll forget what you were ever worried about.” He glanced at her plate. “Are you done?” When she nodded, he pushed away from the table and stood. “Come here.”

Oh, God, this is happening. This is really happening.

She went up on wobbly legs, and he cupped her elbow and pulled her to him. A little nudge had her pressed against the wooden railing surrounding the deck. Off in the distance, the waves lapped at the shore.

“I wasn’t lying or putting on a show for Matthew when I said I wanted you to wear this dress, with your hair up.” He pushed a foot between her legs to spread them, and curled a wispy strand around his finger.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

She shrugged. “Matthew said this was boring. He wanted me to dress sexier.”

The muscles along his jaw clenched. “You don’t need to change a thing.” She blinked as she stared at him. Was he for real, or was this part of the seduction?

He arched a brow, and his eyes softened. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“No one has ever said anything like that to me before, so it’s hard for me to believe—”

“Then believe this.” He pushed his hard cock against her side. “The body doesn’t lie.”

“Oh,” she said.

“Yeah,
oh
.” He grinned. “Need any more convincing?”

Holy hell. She made Linc hard. This powerful, hot-as-hell man wanted her. The firm length of his cock against her body bolstered her confidence, and recklessness surged through her. “Maybe I do.”

He laughed, and she grinned. “Good,” he said, taking back the reins. He dipped his head, his thumb on her chin as he zeroed in on her lips. She wet them, waiting for his mouth to take hers. Her lips still tingled from their earlier kiss. And, oh, what a kiss it had been. It left her craving more.

“You’re beautiful, Lauren.” He moved his hips and bent his knees, his erection pressing into the notch between her thighs and bringing her to her toes. “And I want you, so much that I’ve been walking around with a goddamn hard-on for months now.”

He pushed against her, and her nipples tightened. “I didn’t even think you liked me. You ignore me a lot.”

“I had to.” He put his hands on her outer thighs and fisted the fabric on her dress. “Otherwise I would have lifted this dress over your ass, bent you over a chair, and fucked you right there in the skybox, with everyone watching.”

His dirty words reverberated through her and seduced every erogenous spot on her body.

“I want you. Make no mistake about that. Tonight I’m going to prove there isn’t a damn thing wrong with you. You just haven’t been with the right man. But next time… Well, next time I might just strip your clothes off right here, kick your legs open wide, and pound into you against this rail. Hard and rough. And I don’t give a sweet fuck who’s watching.”

Her heart jumped into her throat, and she shook, almost violently. The deck was high and private, but if anyone was walking along the shore, and looked up, they’d be visible.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Oh, you like that, do you?”

Be honest with yourself.

“Hmmm. We’ll have to see.”

His lips brushed her ear, and a rush of pleasure shot through her. He slid his hands back up to her hips and turned her to face the ocean. With her back to him she looked out over the water, and he ran his palms up, caressing the swell of her breasts. The warmth in his hands seeped under her skin as her body came alive with anticipation.

“Do you like to be touched like this?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Yeah,” she murmured. Her lids slipped shut as a warm breeze washed over her. He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, searing a path along her skin to her collarbone. Everything was hot—her flesh, the wind, his breath against her ear, his body against her back… The flush of arousal hit like a fever inside her. She pressed back against him, her hips instinctively moving against his. He was hard and full. For her. A whimper caught in her throat, and she swayed.

“That’s it. Don’t think, just feel.”

She exhaled slowly, and a small measure of her tension released with it. Her entire body warmed, the need inside her building as he talked to her, touched her, pushed her to let go.

His hands moved to her ass. “Today when you were talking about bottom lines, all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch
your
ass.” He squeezed her cheeks, his big hands kneading her flesh in a way that made her greedy for so much more. His breath came a little quicker against her neck. “When I take my cock into my hand at night, it’s you I’m picturing. All I can think about is claiming your cunt.” As his cock beat against her ass, she swallowed, need mounting in her body. “I might even make you pay for making me wait so long.”

A small sound caught in her throat. With her breasts aching to be touched, she arched slightly, pushing her ass into his hands.

“Look at you,” he growled. “So damn responsive. I knew you would be.”

He sank to his knees behind her and when his hand slid up her thighs, and crept upward in a slow seduction, a gasp caught in her throat.

He must have mistaken it for nerves, because he said, “Relax. I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured. Her sex clenched, and she bit her lip.

Once again his fingers began their ascent, and she squeezed the wooden rail harder. Questing fingers, rough and demanding, skimmed along her thighs, and she moaned from the sweet friction heating her flesh. “Incredible” was the only way to describe how his hands felt on her body. He flattened his palm, his thumbs curling in the lace of her panties. Arousal gripped her sex, and her muscles clenched as he tugged the slip of material.

“Did you wear something pretty for me?”

“Yes,” she said, thrilled to find her voice working.
Thank you, Kelli.

He pulled his hands away, and her words of protest were lost on a moan when he said, “Lift your dress and show me.”

She hesitated. Oh God, she never was very good at show and tell.

“Turn around and lift your dress,” he commanded in a soft, coaxing tone.

She sucked in a breath, and let it fuel her courage.
Do it already.
She shifted on wobbly legs, and when she faced him, she pressed her back into the rail, and lowered her head to meet his gaze. Shameless want darkened his eyes as he stood back up, and stepped back, waiting for her to comply. Her fingers went to her hem, and she gave a little tug, needy yet nervous as he watched her.

“Slowly,” he said.

The soft material of her dress felt erotic against her legs as she lifted it—slowly—ever so carefully dragging it over her thighs, her hips, and stopping when she reached her stomach. Her trembling hands held it there, and when his unguarded eyes moved over her body with approval, it made her feel sexy, desired…a little more confident.

“Nice,” he said, the roughness in his voice stoking the fire in her. With her dress still hovering over her belly button, he touched her panties, rubbing the lace between his thumb and finger. His eyes fixed on her sex, and he moaned, a darker side of him surfacing as his control visibly slipped. “I’m going to ruin you, Lauren. I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt so hard, and make you come so many fucking times, when you walk out of here, you won’t be the same.” He drew in air, let it out slowly, and met her gaze straight on. “Now tell me you want that.”

She ran her tongue around a dry mouth, his promising words taunting her sex. “I want that.”

“Good.” He slipped his fingers under the lacey band. His knuckles rubbed against her flesh, and her body quaked as he dragged the slip of material down her thighs. The warm night breeze rushed over her sex, but it was his hot breath on her flesh that stole the air from her lungs and had her squirming in anticipation.

He pulled the lace to her ankles and tapped her legs. She lifted one foot, then the other, and he removed her panties, shoving them in his pocket like they were some sort of souvenir. He went to his knees, pressed his nose to her stomach, and breathed her in. His hands circled her waist, and he gripped her ass, holding her to him for a minute. His thumb went to her sex, and he firmly brushed it over her clit, taking full command of her body. She hissed, as his unforgiving fingers taunted her.

“Every fucking time I think of you, I picture myself with my mouth between your legs,” he said, an almost desperate edge to his voice. Using slow, sensuous strokes he circled her aching heat, a teasing breath away from the spot craving his touch. It felt
so
good, but she wanted—needed—more. “You have no idea how much I’ve been dying to taste you.” She gripped her dress tighter, her body trembling from head to toe. “You want my mouth on you?”

“Yes.” She spoke but it took effort. “Please.”

His harsh breathing turned her body hot, achy.

Touch me…

The soft blade of his tongue teased her lips open, and the second she felt the hot wetness of his mouth on her sex, she nearly sank to her knees. Her fingers twitched, desperate to grab a fist full of his hair and hold him to her.

His tongue swirled and licked, consumed and claimed, and her sex squeezed with a need so primal, she swelled around him. One big, intrusive finger slipped inside, opening her wider, and sparks shot through her. “So good,” she moaned. “So good.”

With his finger pressing deep, he eased back, and glanced up at her. Her pulse leaped. No man had ever looked at her like that before, like she was a goddess he worshipped. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest.

He licked his lips. “You are the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” His voice whispered across her thighs like an intimate caress.

Need driving her, she moved her hips, gyrating and fucking his finger, desperate for him to take her already. But he just kept it still, torturing her. He chuckled, pulled his finger out to the knuckle, and dipped it back in. She sucked in a harsh breath.

“More?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Close your eyes.”

She blinked, confused. “What? Why?”

“Shut everything down. Think about me. Think about my finger sliding in and out of you, and how good it’s going to feel to have my big cock fucking you. Think about how you’re going to use my dick, how hard you’re going to ride it, how it’s going to feel when your pussy tightens on it when you come.”

She gasped and shut her eyes, her sex so wet it was almost embarrassing.

Fuck me, please.

“Good girl.”

His tongue flattened and he licked from bottom to top, stopping to stroke her clit. Pleasure hit like a whip, and she wiggled, needing him to end the sweet torment.

“Stay still,” he commanded.