Oh, lesson one, you’re already so much better than I could have hoped . . .
“Yes,” I murmur as his lips drift down my jawline and tug aside the fabric of my blouse, baring my collarbone.
“Yes?” he echoes. “So far, so good?”
“So, so good,” I assure him, my fingers driving into his thick hair as he drags his teeth across the skin at the base of my neck.
“Good. Because that’s what tonight is about. Making you feel good. You shouldn’t worry about pleasing any man until he’s proven he can please you.”
My heart beats faster, the sentiment thrilling me. Or maybe it’s just that I’m already falling under this wild spell of sensation, this kiss that feels like a prelude to so much more. To everything I’ve never experienced but so desperately want.
Deftly, with an ease that makes this crazy thing we’re doing seem wholly sane, he cups my breast, his thumb rubbing the outline of my nipple. His touch sends sparks racing through me, and my entire body screams with arousal as he tilts my head back, leaving me to stare helplessly up at the ceiling as his tongue laves my neck.
“First lesson,” he rasps against my skin. “The public quickie. Tell me you’re ready.”
Public? Is this public?
Dim red light casts shadows on lush burgundy walls. The notes of faraway jazz music skitter through the air in this dark little room, but it feels like we’re alone. Not that it really matters—right now, I would say yes to anything Graham wanted to do to me. Anything, anywhere, as long as he doesn’t stop making me feel like I’m shot through with starlight.
My lips part to tell him so, but I can’t seem to make my vocal cords cooperate. I can’t remember ever feeling this overwhelmed by pure, electric sensation.
“Tell me,” Graham urges, teasing my nipple harder through the fabric of my blouse.
“Yes!” I gasp, as his other hand skims the hem of my skirt, roughly edging it up over my thighs as my brain begins chanting oh my God, oh my God over and over.
“Perfect.” His voice is calm and controlled, as if he isn’t the least bit affected by the dark magic he’s working on my body. “Now turn around for me, Butterfly.”
I do as I’m told, spinning to find myself staring at my own reflection, but I don’t look like myself. I look wild, hungry, and . . . sexy as hell.
“That’s right. Look at how hot you are,” Graham says, suddenly so close his chest presses against my back as his hands slide up the sides of my skirt, baring my thighs and then that scrap of black lace he insisted I wear. That delicate, beautiful fabric that is the only thing covering where I’m already so wet, so desperate to be touched. “You’re a goddamned sex goddess.”
He’s right. I am, I realize as he lifts my skirt higher, smoothing his hand over my bottom as my eyes go dark with hunger.
I look like I’ve been possessed by the spirit of some ancient fertility goddess, a creature with no shame, only hunger, desire, and bottomless, fathomless passion.
I know it won’t last, and that cautious, careful CJ will be back sooner or later, but I mean to make the most of every second, every kiss, every husky groan as Graham glides his finger beneath the lace on one side of my sexy new panties.
Chapter Eight
Graham
I’ve been hard as steel since the moment I put this lesson plan into motion. Now, I’m on the verge of exploding.
Holy fuck, but she’s hot. Unbearably hot.
CJ, sweet, sexy CJ, is all grown up and bringing me to my knees.
That’s exactly where I want to be with her, soon. I can’t wait to be on my knees with my tongue between her legs, tasting her, feeling her tremble as I make her even hotter, wetter.
Why did I waste precious time stressing out about being her teacher? It’s so clear now that the answer should have always been yes. Hell to the motherfucking yes.
My hands glide up her hips as I tease my fingers beneath the fabric of her barely-there lace panties, which look every bit as delicious on her as I knew they would.
“Your ass was made for fine lingerie,” I murmur into her hair. “I’m going to send you these in every single color.”
“If you insist,” she says, her breath catching as I draw the panties down.
“You were made for something this gorgeous.” I hold her gaze in the mirror as I bare her round, firm, heart-stopping ass and the thatch of dark hair between her legs.