Page 105 of Learn Your Lesson

Will was just staring at me, subtly shaking his head. “Fucking hell, woman.”

“What?”

“Don’twhatme,” he growled. “You just paraded your beautiful, wet, naked ass in front of me, and then the only thing you cover it with is this?” he asked, tugging at the hem of my thin, oversized t-shirt.

“I have panties on, too,” I argued.

“Not for long, you don’t.”

Heat rushed along my neck as Will set his champagne to the side — which I was fairly certain he’d barely touched — and then his hands were on my hips, a needy intake of air rumbling through his throat as his fingers fisted in the fabric of my shirt and he pinned me against the desk.

“That so?” I asked, and I wished I sounded like a confident little tease, but the words came out breathy and light. “Because I was kind of thinking I’d have this glass of champagne and go to bed.”

“Mm,” Will mused, running the tip of his nose along my neck as I struggled to hold onto the cup of champagne in my hand, my eyes fluttering closed, neck arching to give him better access. “Tired?”

“Exhausted.”

“Too exhausted for another lesson?”

His words rumbled right below my ear, and when he nipped at my earlobe, a wave of goosebumps shot from that point of contact all the way down to my toes. I couldn’t hide how my body reacted to him, how my nipples hardened into peaks and my legs widened enough to let him slip his thigh between them.

I tilted my chin toward him, our lips hovering less than an inch apart. It was as if he were a magnet and I was a flimsy piece of metal, because I lurched toward him, lips on track for his, a desperate need to kiss him filling me in a way I couldn’t ignore. I wanted to taste the sweet bubbles on his tongue, wanted to know what it would feel like dancing with mine.

I somehow managed to stop myself just before we made contact, and I rolled my lips together, swallowing. “What did you have in mind?”

He was so close, I couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t see his eyes clearly. But I could see his mouth, the way his lips parted, how his breath was as shaky as mine.

“Other than you, nothing much.”

He dropped his mouth, narrowly missing mine as he kissed and licked along my chin, down the column of my neck and across my collarbone. I arched and moaned and gave up on trying to hold my champagne, setting it on the desk and sliding it out of reach so I wouldn’t knock it over.

“Tell me what you want to learn,” he urged, fisting my t-shirt in his hands.

My brain was shooting blanks.

I blinked over and over, trying to focus on a single thought past the fact that his tongue was gliding along my skin and his erection was pressing into my stomach.

“Well,” I breathed. “My first time, I… it was missionary,” I said, swallowing. “And then with you, I was on top.”

“And what a vision it was,” he growled against my skin, rocking his hips into me. I gasped at the sensation, at how hard I made him, at how he’d abandoned the champagne and any attempt at conversation the moment he saw my body because I’d undone him.

To have that kind of power…

“Maybe… perhaps we could try…” I reached for the words past the spell he was weaving on me with every touch, but my eyes rolled back, and a moan ripped through me when he palmed my breast through the fine fabric of my t-shirt at the same time his thigh rubbed between mine.

“You want to test out some new positions,” he guessed.

“That,” I confirmed on a breathless nod.

I thought I felt his lips curl against my skin, and then his hands slid roughly up under my t-shirt, piling the fabricon his wrists until I had no choice but to lift my arms and let him strip it overhead.

He groaned when I was bared to him, flinging the shirt somewhere behind him as his eyes raked over me. He plucked at the band of my boy shorts next, but I pressed my hands into his chest and shoved him backward.

“You first. I’m more naked than you.”

He arched a brow. “Then fix it.”

I swallowed, holding my chin high to feign the confidence I wasn’t sure I felt as I stepped forward to meet him. Mirroring his movement, I slid my hands under his shirt, and the moment my hands pressed against his hard, muscled abdomen, he shivered and groaned.