Teach Me (Lessons in Seduction Book 1) (3 page)

A
t nine on the dot
, Eva fluffed her hair, ran her tongue over her front teeth, and stepped out of the elevator onto the Sky Deck.

A few people milled around the patio, illuminated by antique gas lamps that glowed warmly from various places across the roof bar. She could only see outlines of bodies, really, but that was enough. She’d admired him from afar for so long, she’d grown to be an expert on the particulars of Jack Bennett. She could spot him a mile away on a cloudy day but not one of the figures present had Jack’s broad, powerful, six-foot-five form.

Don’t be late,
she thought bitterly, recalling his text to her. And yet he was late for a second time in the same day. It wasn’t like him. Jack was always the first one at the office.

That’s business. Maybe he doesn’t bother being on time for the women in his life, the ones he uses and discards like toilet seat covers.

A flash of doubt seized her for the thousandth time that night. Earlier, she’d been settled in for a night at home, reading, while her cats cuddled around her.

Then came the text. The text that would change
everything.

She’d read it a thousand times, expecting to find new meaning in the words. Maybe by
Meet me at the Sky Deck tonight at 9. Don’t be late,
he’d really meant,
No thank you go away forever
or
You are crazy and should have your head examined.

But eventually she’d settled on one alarming conclusion: Jack was up for her challenge.

Holy crap. She’d done it.

At the time, with her glasses on and her yoga pants covered in cat hair, she hadn’t felt like the sexiest woman on Earth. It had taken a call to Georgie to psych her up for this meeting. She’d gone back and forth, alternately sounding like a twelve-year-old who’d been asked on her first date and a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Georgie finally had to talk her down from the ledge. “Repeat after me: I’m Eva Fiorini. I am a sweet, generous person who loves animals and small children and would do anything for a friend. I also own my own company, am smoking fucking hot, and Jack Bennett is lucky to be going on a date with me.”

Lucky to be going on a date with me. Lucky to be going on a date with me.

As she dressed—settling on a silk blouse and pencil skirt, something that looked effortless, despite the hour she’d spent choosing it—she repeated the phrase until her lips hurt. Her entire body buzzed, flushed warm in places, a sea of cold gooseflesh in others, at the thought of what was to come. At times she had to hold the edge of the bathroom sink for support.

Jack Bennett and her. Her and Jack Bennett.
This is really happening.

The air was chillier up on the rooftop, but Eva was too preoccupied to care or notice the breathtaking view of the Hudson and all the twinkling lights of the city. Making her way around a table of gaping guys, she sighed. She’d told Jack she didn’t mind being ogled, but the truth was, she didn’t like men looking at her. There was only one man who mattered, one man she wanted to stare at her with that hungry look in his eyes. For so long, she’d only cared what one man thought.

But standing there, alone, her date nowhere in sight, it was obvious that where she was concerned, Jack didn’t think much.

She stepped up to the bar, perched on a stool, and threw down her purse. Then she thumbed in a text to Georgie.
He’s not here.

Georgie texted back,
Bastard. Just leave. You’re too good to wait around for him.

That was Georgie. She didn’t mince words. And she didn’t take shit from anyone, which was probably why men swarmed around her in a way Eva could only dream of. Eva considered leaving, but the more she thought about it, the worse she felt. She’d come here tonight for one thing. And she couldn’t go back to her cats. Not just yet.

The bartender approached her. As she opened her mouth to order, he said, “You’re Eva?”

She straightened, surprised. “Yes.”

He slid a vodka martini, her favorite drink, over to her. Underneath the glass, on top of the Sky Deck napkin, was a folded note. She felt her face flush as she reached for it.
He’s going to tell me he made a mistake. He’s going to say he can’t make it.

The breeze on her body suddenly felt like ice, prying the goosebumps up from her skin. She unfolded the note and read,
Go to the restroom.

Eva wrinkled her nose.
Well, okay. Peeing. That sounds romantic.

She’d heard a hundred stories about how smooth Jack was. She’d seen him in action enough as well. He could charm the panties off any girl, just by leaning in, touching her hand, and talking to her like she was the most important woman in the world. Eva had always thought she’d probably faint dead away if he ever focused his attention on her. Not that she hadn’t fantasized about it—she had, a million times, but a bathroom break had never been part of those dreams. Her knees wobbled as she took a small sip of her drink, then a larger one.

Then she downed the whole thing in one long gulp. She needed it.

Licking her lips, she slid off the stool and headed down the hallway toward the restrooms, her equilibrium slightly off in the four-inch peep-toe heels Georgie had insisted on. When she closed the door behind her, she checked her reflection in the mirror. Despite the alcohol swirling inside her, she looked terrified.

She took a deep breath. Then another. “Calm
down, dammit!”
she commanded in her best, gruff Georgie voice. “You can do this.”

She opened the door and stepped outside again, feeling only slightly better about herself. She didn’t have time to worry much more, however. Before she could head out of the hallway, a door opened to her side and a heavy hand clamped around her upper arm, pulling her into a darkened room.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimness as a voice hissed, “Don’t
ever
drink a cocktail that you haven’t personally watched the bartender pour.”

Jack.

Talking like that, he sounded like Antonio. She opened her mouth to tell him she could take care of herself, but before she could, his mouth found hers, needy, urgent. His tongue expertly delved into her mouth, staking a claim.

She’d spent so many nights thinking about the taste and feel of his lips, but the fantasy could never have matched this. He tasted like she’d thought he would, like mint and Cubans and that insanely sexy aftershave that he wore.

Holy crap, Jack Bennett is kissing me.
The thought flittered through her mind for the briefest of moments before she went completely numb to everything but the intense sensation of heat—everywhere, exploding like a thousand fireworks inside her.

Jack wrapped his arms around her and tangled his fingers in her hair, keeping her mouth to his, assuring her there was nothing half-hearted about this encounter. Either he wanted this as much as she did, or he was very good at pretending.

No, this wasn’t pretend. He was in. All in. His tongue, lips, teeth, and powerful chest pressed to hers.

His lips drifted down her jaw line, and he tugged aside the fabric of her dress, finding her collarbone. His hand roughly cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the outline of her hard nipple. His touch sent sparks racing through her. Her entire body screamed with arousal as he tilted her head back, leaving her to stare helplessly up at the ceiling light. Her head spun as his tongue snaked its way down her neck.

“First lesson,” he rasped against her skin. “The public quickie. Tell me you’re ready.”

Public? Was this public? It was dark, with a dim red light casting shadows on lush burgundy walls and the notes of some faraway jazz music skittering through the air. She had no idea where she was anymore, but it didn’t matter—right now, she would do anything with him. Anything, anywhere, screw whoever saw. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but couldn’t make her vocal muscles cooperate.

“Tell me,” he urged, massaging her breast harder through the fabric of her blouse.

“Yes!” she squeaked out, as she realized his other hand was at the hem of her skirt, roughly edging it up over her thighs.

“Do as I tell you,” he said, his voice calm and controlled, as if he were in the boardroom. “Turn around.”

She did as she was told, whirling to find herself staring into a floor length mirror. She felt his hard chest push up against her back, his hands sliding up the sides of her skirt, exposing her ass, and watched her own eyes go dark with hunger.

H
e’d been
hard since he’d started thinking about playing this game with her, and now, Jack was on the verge of exploding. Holy fuck, this woman was unbearably hot.

Eva, little Eva, all grown up and incredibly, unbelievably sexy.

Why had he tortured himself about whether or not to take her up on her offer? The answer was yes. Hell, yes.

He slid his hands up the sides of her thighs, yanking her barely-there lace panties down so that he could get a look at her perfect, naked ass. Round, firm, and beautiful. He bent low, nipping at the soft flesh. She yelped, her cry turning to a moan as he tugged her soaked panties all the way down to the floor. He fisted his fingers in the fabric—the crotch was so damn wet, Jesus—before tossing it aside.

She was every bit as turned on as he was and it was hot as fucking hell.

Running a finger along the seam of her pussy, he felt her slickness. She was so wet, so eager. Her arousal sent a bolt of lust slamming into him. He slid his finger through all that delicious heat, her gasps and moans landing like music on his ears. She arched her spine, as he made his way to her throbbing clit and rubbed it, creating friction. She tossed her head back toward him, her body trembling. Tracing little circles across her swollen bundle of nerves, he yanked her rear closer to him, letting her feel the outline of his hard-as-steel dick.

“Oh, Jack,” she murmured, her voice a shot of desire into his veins.

Slowly, gently, he slid a finger inside her, making her gasp and bow against him. He propped her upper body up against his chest and bit hard on her ear. She cried out, whether from the bite or the finger fucking, he didn’t know. But he suspected it was both.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

“So do you. So tight and hot.” It took all his strength to stop himself from taking her right there. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled.

She nodded and let out a muffled whimper. “Yes. Please…”

He laughed softly. “Don’t worry. I’ve no intention of stopping until you’ve come hard. On my hand, on my mouth, on my cock, deep inside you.”

She stilled when he said that, her reaction making him think she was nervous.

Suspicion swept through him.

Could Eva be a little less experienced than he’d thought?

“Have you ever come, Eva?” he asked gently.

E
va’s cheeks
flushed redder in the mirror. She still couldn’t think to speak, but she nodded, hoping Jack wouldn’t ask more. She’d made herself come, thinking of him, at least a dozen times before. Always of him. And now, here he was, doing the things she’d only fantasized about.

Including telling her what to do.

“Put your hands on the mirror.”

She pressed her palms flat against the glass as he began to pump his finger in and out of her, all the while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“I’d fucking love to be inside you right now,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Would you like that? Tell me you’d like that.”

She nodded, too flushed with feeling to speak actual words. Pleasure, fear, desire…it was all more intense than she’d ever known. This feeling was beyond her expectations, but the idea of him taking her here, right now, seemed like too much. She knew it would hurt the first time, at least a little, but she didn’t want to tell him that she was a virgin. She understood Jack well enough to know that a V Card on the table was the kind of thing that would send him running.

Still, she didn’t want to rush too far too fast.

She was about to say something, just to let him know she was okay with going slow, when he whispered, “All in good time,” and she relaxed.

His mouth was on her neck, now, devouring her skin, his tongue sending waves of electricity coursing through her body. Slowly and steadily, he began to pick up speed with his hand. The driving rhythm made her every nerve quiver with longing. Soon, he had her moaning again, aching, dying for more of him.

All those times she’d pleasured herself, she’d never felt this before. Now, he was pumping his fingers in hard, brutal succession, and she only wanted him to keep going. She bucked against him, meeting his thrusts, wanting more of him inside her. Her reflection there was a stranger—hair falling in her face, eyes full of wanton abandon.

When she finally did speak—a cry wrenched from her chest as she neared the edge—her voice was deep, husky. “Oh, fuck, Jack.”

She pulled in a ragged breath. When had she started dropping the f-bomb?

Still, she liked this new person she was becoming, this girl with her skirt up around her waist, pussy exposed. She loved the way she looked, with Jack standing over her, owning her, every bit of his attention focused on her pleasure. She could hardly believe it, but he was
better
than the rumors. Now he had two fingers inside her, stretching her, moving harder and faster, his thumb racing over her clit as she rode his hand. She felt the climax building inside, a deep, desperate pull in her legs, in her stomach. It rose higher, tighter until it burst.

She came so hard her vision blurred, biting her tongue to stop from crying out. Shudders wracked her, and pleasure washed over her skin, lapped inside her bones. She blinked, unsure if her feet were still on planet Earth. This was the definition of otherworldly pleasure, utter and complete abandon.

She pressed her bare lower body against Jack and her cheek against the cold mirror, ready for him to pull away, but he clearly had no intention of stopping. His fingers continued their nimble work, thrusting and rubbing. As her body recovered, he slowed the pace for a moment, nudging aside the strap of her dress to run his tongue down her neck and capture all the little shivers that escaped from her body. Then, before she quite realized that she’d re-boarded the roller coaster, she found herself building to climax again, this release promising to be just as fierce as the first. She nearly stopped breathing as the ripples of pleasure coursed violently through her body.