13. Colder

I tookout a shirt and slammed the drawer of my dresser. I definitely hadn't been expecting any of that today.

I swear to God, I'd come so hard my brain was scrambled.

Then she'd asked me that question. What the hell had possessed me to actually answer her? And honestly no less.

I couldn't remember a time when I'd actually gotten so feral.

I'd had hot hookups, but they were usually sweatier and a little chaotic.

Not like this.

Not where I'd had to practically squeeze out my cum before I'd gone out of my damn mind. Part of me had nearly climbed over her and had her take me in her mouth. Swallow every fucking drop until she couldn't take anymore.

That was too much, too soon.

Hell, I'd never had that reaction to someone.

I shoved the shirt over my head and stalked into my kitchen. I drained my gym water bottle and refilled it, draining it again.

Maybe now I could fucking calm down.

"Colder?"

I turned with my bottle at my lips and knew that wasn't happening anytime soon. She stood in the doorway to my galley kitchen, my shirt practically enveloping her. She'd been a damn goddess looming over me not ten minutes ago, and now she looked like the girl who had gone into the bookshop with me. A little too sweet, too wholesome, too innocent.

Not like the woman who had blown my head off.

I put my bottle down and forced myself to give her a reassuring smile. "How about those pastries I got from Honey Pot? You like honey hot cross buns?"

She tucked her hair around her ear. "I've never had them, but I'd like to try them."

She liked to try everything and that was what was going to take me out at the knees.

I snaked by her, and that raspberry scent gripped me in a chokehold. I couldn't touch her again or she'd end up naked on my bed again.

"My place is pretty small, as you can see. You good with the couch?"

She nodded and followed me into the living room. She stuffed herself into the corner of the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her.

I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a few plates so she didn't think I was a stereotypical bachelor and filled the sole extra glass I had with water. When I returned, she had her hands tucked into the sleeves and my shirt completely wrapped around her like a sleeping bag sack.

I handed her the glass and sat down, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No." I bowed my head. "It's me."

"I can go." She sipped her water and set it on the small table. "I mean, the lesson is over."

"It's not only about the lessons, right?"

She turned those big blue eyes on me. "No. I think we're friends, right?"

"We are. I just... I didn't mean to get that intense, is all."

"It was amazing." She flushed. "My ex-boyfriend pretty much rolled off me and started snoring most of the time."

I sagged back against the cushion and turned my head toward her. I couldn't imagine anyone doing that to someone as amazing as Naomi. "That sucks."

"No, what sucks is I was with him for two years."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "It was easier than breaking up with him."

"That sucks more."

She laughed. "I agree. Why I guess losing my job has been more of a blessing than I thought."

"Even more when you finish that book."

She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know about that. But I went ahead and looked at my old manuscript when we got back from the Library Café. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Except for one thing it was missing."

"Sex?"

She nodded. "It's kind of important to the plot. I think if I could figure out how to write that part, it might really be something."

"You just have to believe it, Naomi."

"I totally don't. Mostly because I don't know the first thing about how guys think. Not just the sex part. My dad is great, but he's not the component I need, if you know what I mean."

I laughed. "I do. And if you did, that's a whole different kind of book."

Her quick laugh popped the bubble of weirdness that had formed around us. "That's for sure."

I dug into the pastry bag and handed her one, then I took the other. "Your life is about to change."

"Again?" She ducked her head.

Did she realize what those comments did to a man? To me?

She took a big bite of her hot cross bun, then she gave me a whole new moan to add to the Naomi Wiki page I was building in my head. Goddamn.

After she finished, and washed her hands, she came back with her phone. I was learning Naomi was tidy and had a fastidious bent. But she could be distracted when I got my hands on her, which was a tick in the plus column as far as I was concerned.

She sat back down beside me. "I was making some notes about some of the things I wanted to go over. I know you have a job that takes up a lot of your time, so I was hoping we could make a schedule."

"A schedule?" I stretched my arm across the back of the couch as I relaxed beside her. "To fuck?"

Her shocked gaze shot to mine. "Makes it sound so..."

"Transactional?"

Her cheeks reddened. "Point taken. It's just because your time is valuable. I want to pay you for your time, especially when I pick your brain about things other than your incredibly talented mouth."

"Incredibly talented, huh?"

"You know you are." Her fingers flew over the bottom of her phone as she typed something. "Since there's a dragon component to my book, I actually think I need more of that conversation we were having." She cleared her throat. "I would never think what you said, so I'm glad I asked. And there is that part of the mating thing for the story. The animal side."

My fingertips dug into my leather sofa. "So you want to role play?"

She nibbled on the corner of her lower lip. "Is that too weird?"

"I'm here for what you need."

My chest tightened as I realized that wasn't far from the truth. Already, I wanted to be what she needed.

Well, hell.

"Okay. I'll have to think on that." She locked her phone and retreated deeper into her corner of the couch, this time turned my way. "Did you have ideas for lessons?"

"How about a mini-lesson?"

She set her phone down, her attention absolute. "I'm good with that."

I reached for her, and her eyes widened as I urged her to straddle me. "We'll start with a makeout session."

Her lips twitched. "Isn't that what we did earlier?"

"We learned a few things about one another. Now we're going to put it into action. Tell me, what did you learn today, Naomi?"

She settled her hands on my chest. "Um, I learned that you should license your tongue."

I laughed and leaned in to kiss her. I kept it easy and fun. Smiles infiltrated the kiss until she was giggling against my mouth. "What else?"

"You like a back scratch. And when I do this." She skimmed her fingers along the nape of my neck into the short hairs there and scratched lightly. "Maybe I should call you tiger because you purr when I do this."

I didn't realize I was, but she was right. I was tactile. Probably from all the years of not being touched as a kid. After my mom, there had been precious little affection with a house full of men.

She tipped her head. "Where did you go?"

"Nowhere."

"Class is in session, so you have to tell me."

"Therapy sessions are included in the deal?"

Her short nails eased to soft strokes. "Learning goes both ways, I guess."

I wasn't used to being so honest. It was easier to keep people entertained and at arm's length. But if I wanted her to trust me, I supposed it had to go both ways. "My mom died when I was twelve. My dad is great and so is my brother, but there wasn't much in the way of nurturing, you could say."

"So, touching is...good for you?"

"Sex is very good."

Her brow furrowed. "But you only wanted to touch me today."

"It wasn't about me. It was about you."

She wiggled in my lap. "And now I'm learning I should reciprocate?"

"Is that what you want? Truly?"

"There's this restlessness inside me." She brushed her fingers over her throat and back around her neck. "I've felt it a long time."

"Sex doesn't always answer it. I'll tell you that up front. Took me a long time to learn that part."

"But it can sometimes."

I grinned and kissed her. "Definitely can sometimes."

She linked her arms around my neck. "Maybe we can just see how it goes."

"See, now you're getting it."

And this time, she leaned into me first. The sweet raspberry scent of her wrapped around me and she tasted of sugar and honey. The homey scents drew me deeper into the miracle of this woman. The sweet wrapped in pockets of sultry was far more than I'd expected. I figured it would be fun to fool around and show her what sex could be like.

Not have her turn the tables on me so quickly.

She tugged at my shirt until I pulled it off me. Her mouth went to my shoulder and the muscles between that and my neck. Between the kisses were the strokes from her slim fingers with the bonus pressure of her body against mine.

I tugged at my old Henley until she got the drift and lifted it off her. I closed my eyes as her breasts slid across my chest. She was so soft everywhere.

My hands fell to her hips then around to her ass as I rocked her against my lap and my happy cock locked away in my gym shorts. Her lips parted as the friction grew with each roll of her hips grinding her against me. She inched back on my thighs and slipped a hand between us.

"Take me out, Naomi."

She tucked a finger into the waistband of my shorts and there was a bit of hesitancy there before she reached in and curled her fingers around me. I dropped my hands to the couch. If I kept touching her, I'd distract her, and she needed her damn lesson.

Even if she took me out in the process.

She wiggled back and stood, her big eyes lasered to my cock that was tight against my lower belly. She rolled my shorts down my waist, and I lifted my hips to help her.

"If we go much further, I'm going to need a…"

She grabbed her coat and pulled out two condoms. "I came prepared with my supply list."

"Do you know how to put one on a man?"

That little tongue flicked out to wet her lips. "No." She met my gaze. "I want to reciprocate first."

Yep, I was about to be murdered by that sweet mouth.

What a way to go.