His words ended with a moan, and the sound went straight between her legs.
The obvious was to put his big, silky shaft in her mouth and suck. She’d heard men liked that. It sounded exciting . . . a little forbidden—at least to her. She’d never done it. Owen thought fifteen minutes for sex was too long, so they’d never lingered. As much as she wished for the confidence to just wrap her lips around him, she wasn’t the sort to climb all over a guy. And she had no idea what Decker would truly like or enjoy. A vague shame overtook her that she hadn’t asked even once. Sex was supposed to be a two-way street. Hadn’t Owen’s lack of communication taught her that?
“What are your suggestions?” Rachel hoped he had plenty. Clearly, she was clueless and lost now that her big take-charge plan didn’t seem to be working.
“That you let me show you.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he knelt and put a finger to her lips. “I know you want to experience new things. I’m guessing you haven’t had many lovers.”
“Just Owen.”
Understanding softened his face. Rachel didn’t know how someone so angular and male could look so gentle.
“How are you supposed to know what turns you on most if you’ve never experienced it? We’ll still experiment, but let’s turn this around. Give me control. If you don’t like something, you just tell me. We’ll try something else.”
“But I let Owen control everything, and it was a disaster.”
“I’m not your ex-idiot.”
“You will, and it’s hot that you want to. But to start, I think your active role should be to tell me what you like. For instance, you can tell me if you’d rather have your nipples caressed, pinched, or something else. Maybe you’re not even sensitive there, but we’ll find out. Then you can tell me if you like my mouth on your pussy, if you like to be kissed while I fuck you, or if you enjoy bondage.”
Rachel felt her eyes widen. And her body begin to overheat.
“Yes, we’re going to do all that and more.” He cupped her thigh. “You’re assuming I’m as inept as Owen. I promise, beautiful, that I won’t let you down. I know we just met a few hours ago, but I’m about to become your lover. If we’re going to make that work, you’ve got to trust me with your body or this is going nowhere.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”
“Oh?” He grinned. “Well, if it’s not that, then you’re just naturally a control freak?”
She felt heat flood her cheeks. “I’ll . . . um, plead the fifth.”
With a lopsided smile, he stood, unfolding every inch of that mouthwateringly male body. The slightest inhalation made his abs ripple. His biceps flexed when he held out his hand to her. “Come with me.”
How the devil was she supposed to say no to that?
Rachel put her hand in his, and he squeezed it. “Lead the way.”
He hesitated. “Is your bedroom down the hall?”
“Yes.” She smiled faintly. “I actually feel so comfortable with you that I’d forgotten you don’t know where anything is. Come with me, then you can take over.”
Decker linked their fingers, then bent to scoop up his pants. She led him past the darkened rooms lining the hallway, then into her shadowy bedroom. She debated flipping on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. Did he want to see her? Would he rather be in the dark?
“You’re thinking and not communicating,” he pointed out as he set the jeans aside and drew her into his arms, against him.
“One of the perils of being a teacher. I can’t say everything I think in a classroom.”
“I’ll bet.” He kissed her nose playfully, then her cheek, moving toward her ear. “Trust, remember?”
“Yeah. Got it.”
“You’re nervous.”
Why deny the obvious? “It’s been almost two years, since just before Owen and I separated.”
“A beautiful woman should be pleasured well and often. But I don’t think that’s the only issue.
He didn’t ask; he knew. “There were prettier girls at the bar.”
“No.” He shook his head. “There were easier girls at the bar. When you’re twenty-one, yeah, that’s great. A few drinks, a joke or two, and you’ll probably get lucky. By the time a guy is thirty, he’s looking for some substance along with a girl’s great rack. By then, he’s figured out that he likes a little conversation afterward, too.”
Rachel rolled her eyes, but felt a smile crease her face. “So how old are you?”
“Old enough to enjoy talking to you,” he drawled, nipping at her earlobe. “Later . . .”
Which probably meant he was over thirty. If not, he’d be with someone named Barbie or Tawny having much less conversation. But the answer didn’t really matter now, especially not when he brushed his lips over her throat. Goodness, that sent an electric shiver through her body.
“I don’t know anything about you,” she protested.
“Do you want to know my date of birth and blood type or do you want to know what I feel like when I’m fucking my way deep inside your aching pussy?”
FOUR
DECKER’S QUESTION TURNED HER SHIVER INTO A SHUDDER. Rachel’s breath caught. Heat slid through her. Blood rushed to her nipples. “Th-the latter.”
“That’s what I thought. We’ll talk soon about why you seem to want to analyze everything. It’s chemistry, beautiful. Let it burn.” He curled his fingers around the belt of her little silk robe and tugged. “Now I want to see those hard nipples all naked and ready for my mouth. Drop the robe.”
A thrill curled through her belly, even as hesitation strangled it. She ached to be everything he wanted. She wished she could be wanton enough to just enjoy the moment. But . . .
“What is it? Talk to me.” He cupped her cheek.
“I’m . . . lost. Owen never liked to be totally naked for sex. Too earthy for him.”
“
She shrugged. “Since he always had orgasms, I assumed he had a good time.”
“I’m not so sure.” He scoffed.
“Owen always wanted me to shower first, then come to bed dressed in something like this.” Rachel tugged on her robe.
Decker snorted. “Then he told you to get in bed, climbed on top of you in the dark, and the sex was over in three minutes before he told you to shower again and come to bed? A week or two later, he’d repeat the process?”
She gaped at him. “How did you guess?”
“I’m getting a picture here. No wonder you’re repressed and confused if you’ve never known anything else. What a douche bag.”
“He’s just . . . His brain revolves around science. He’s not really into ‘typical’ stuff. He hates TV, cocktail parties, shopping. He thinks romance is trite and—”
“Sex is a bodily function that should be performed in the minimum amount of time?”
“Something like that.”
“Then he didn’t care about your feelings.” Decker pressed flush against her, his erection a thick ridge prodding her belly, and took her face in his hands. “I’m going to show you how it should be. I’m not going to put my cock anywhere near your pussy until you’re dripping wet and beyond ready. That’s a promise.”
