Page 86 of Learn Your Lesson

He left with me gaping and blinking and trying to log everything he’d said.

I stood frozen for a breath before I launched into action, hastily shedding my sweater and slacks. I’d sewn those slacks, and right now I was cursing myself for the marks they left on my stomach and thighs when I tookthem off. No one ever had to see that butme, so I’d never thought anything of it. But now, I was all too aware of every inch of my body as I left my bra and panties behind, too, and tiptoed to the kitchen.

It was warm outside, but the air conditioner blew relentlessly, and a chill swept over me as I looked around the kitchen. I didn’t know where he wanted me, so I walked to the middle and carefully sank down onto the cold, hard floor.

My knees stung a bit as I tried to get comfortable. I nearly forgot about my hair, and I cursed before tying it up in the best ponytail I could manage for how short it was.

Sit on your hands.

I frowned, trying to figure out what that meant. I was on my knees. But when I heard footsteps coming from the hallway, I shoved my hands between my thighs and my calves, sandwiching them there and trying not to have a fucking heart attack at what was about to happen.

I looked up just in time to see Will prowl into the kitchen, slowly and confidently without any sort of rush. He paused at the island and let his eyes roam over me.

My mouth instantly watered.

I’d seen Will in many outfits that conjured a tingle in my belly. I’d watched him warm up in his full hockey gear, seen him freshly showered in a tailored suit after a game, ogled him while he jump-roped in nothing but basketball shorts, admired the muscles of his back as he swam laps in the pool.

But I’d never seen him look more delectable than he did right now.

He still had on the light wash jeans he’d been wearing all afternoon, but the Henley t-shirt he’d paired with it wasgone now. It was just those damn jeans, not even the band of his briefs peeking out from beneath them.

Is he even wearing briefs?

It didn’t look like it — not with how a hard, long outline of a bulge was pushing against his zipper.

I took my time appreciating every valley and mountain of muscles that lined his abdomen, chest, and arms as my eyes drank him in. He was breathing just as heavy as I was, his eyes dark and focused on where I was knelt in the middle of the kitchen and waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

I realized he’d pulled his hair back, too.

It was in a low bun at the nape of his neck, a few strands loose and framing his jaw.

He looked like he meant business, like he was showing up for game five of a playoff series and his team was one win away from clutching the Cup.

There was a low, appreciative groan in his throat before he started walking toward me. He didn’t stop until his bare feet were at my knees, and my neck burned with the effort to arch and meet his gaze.

Whywas seeing this man in nothing but jeans so fucking hot?

Sincewhendid a man’s bare feet make me clench my thighs together?

I was convinced Will Perry could have made anything sexy. Playing chess, hopping on a pogo stick while naked, taking out the garbage. It didn’t matter.

He just oozed sex appeal. He didn’t even have to try.

“Now this is a pretty sight,” he mused, running his thumb along my jaw before tilting my head up even more. “This is how I want you when I teach you how to make me come.”

A shiver rocked through me, and Will smirked at the evidence when my nipples pebbled into hard peaks.

“But I want you dripping first.”

I would have grimaced at the foul word if it wasn’t so fucking hot coming off his lips, and he offered me a hand, helping me stand as the blood slowly rushed back to my legs.

Will held my arm above my head then, having me twirl slowly with his eyes raking over every inch of my naked body. He inhaled slow, exhaled even slower, and shook his head.

“Gorgeous,” he breathed.

And I felt it. Ifeltbeautiful beneath his gaze.

“Put your hands on the island,” he said when he released me. “And bend over.”