He sits back on his heels and pulls me up. “No fair. I wannabe satisfied with my view, too.”
I let him strip off my shirt, but when he goes to unclasp my bra, I stop him with a mock frown. “Are you saying the view isn’t any good unless I’m naked?”
The look of horror on his face is comical, and I bust out laughing. “Oh my God, I’m joking. I promise, I’m not that insecure!”
Dan recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest, nuzzling my neck. “Lark, you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire goddamn world. You could be wearing a unicorn costume and I’d still find you sexy as hell.”
“I think you’d prefer me to wear an Ewok outfit.”
He draws back, sees my grin, and narrows his eyes. “Woman, you need to stop mocking me.”
“Or?”
“Or…”
I get no other warning before his fingers dig into my side, instantly finding the ticklish spots. “Dan!” I scream, squirming and trying to get away. But he’s got me pinned between his strong thighs, and there’s no escape. Then he stops, with one hand holding both of mine above my head, and the other wrapped around my rib cage just below my breasts.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Lark,” he says, his voice hoarse. “If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”
“It’s not a dream,” I whisper back. “It’s real. And I’m here. Yours.”
“Mine.”
The rest of my clothes come off in a matter of seconds. And then our naked bodies are slipping against each other as we loseourselves in a kiss so full of passion and love, it would take my breath away if Dan wasn’t already stealing it.
He lifts his head just enough to look down at me, releasing my hands so he can stroke my cheek. There’s a vulnerable expression on his face that I ache to ease.
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this, Birdie. There’s only so much you can learn from locker room chatter and porn. But I want to be good for you.”
I slide my hands up and down his strong back, feeling the ripple of muscles. “You will be.”
“Teach me? Teach me what you like, what feels good.”
My cheeks burn with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. Proving how in tune he is with me, Dan pulls back.
“What’s wrong. What did I say?”
I shake my head and cup his cheek. “It’s not you, it’s me. I…I don’t know if I can teach you, because I don’t know if I even know what feels good.”
His confused frown is adorable, lightening the mood. “What the hell does that mean?” It doesn’t take long before he realizes exactly what I meant. “Hold on a fucking second. Are you telling me Baron didn’t…”
My gaze slides to the side, but Dan takes my chin and turns my head so I’m looking at him.
“Did he not know how to make you come?”
I clear my throat. “I mean, he did, like, once or twice, but the rest of the time I either faked it or got myself there with toys after.”
His eyes narrow thoughtfully, and then he leans down and kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then finally, my lips.
“I have learned a couple of things from listening to the guys. First, toys can be fun, and I definitely want to play with them with you at some point. But second, and most important is that you come first. No matter what. So I need you to promise me something, Birdie. Never fake it. Not with me. Because your pleasure, your happiness, means more to me than anything else. Certainly more than my own.” He pauses, kissing me again, keeping his eyes open and trained on me. Then he grins. “And if it takes a lot of practice to get there, well, Coach always did say I had a good work ethic.”
Chapter twenty-five
Monty
Is cracking jokes and being a wiseass the best idea for foreplay the first time you have sex — or are about to?
Possibly not…
