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Oh.Oh.
He rocked his hand against her, and she matched his rhythm, her fingertips digging into his shoulders. It’d been so long since any hand had touched her but her own that the sheer novelty of sensation had her rocketing toward climax.
“Hill,” she gasped. “Please.”
His teeth grazed her nipple, and he circled the heel of his hand against her. That was all it took. Her orgasm burst through her, making her cry out and surprising her with the blunt force of it. She held on to his shoulders, angling her body against him, riding out the delicious relief and losing all sense of where she was for a few blissful moments.
When every ounce of her energy was sapped, she sank back onto his thighs, panting, the cool air of the room rushing along her overheated skin and her clit pulsing along with her heartbeat. Her head dipped between her shoulders, and she gripped her thighs, trying to regain her balance.
Hill squeezed her knee gently. “You okay?”
She took a steadying breath and lifted her head, finding Hill with searching eyes and a furrowed brow. She nodded. “I’d say I’m very okay. That was… Thank you.”
The corner of his mouth lifted and his brow softened. “Thank you back.”
Her gaze tracked down to the very obvious erection pushing at the fly of his jeans. Only then did she remember that she had gotten her pleasure, but she hadn’t done a thing for him. “I’m not sure you should be thanking me. That looks uncomfortable.”
He shrugged. “Worth it. That was sexy as hell, Andi.Youare sexy as hell.”
“Do you need me to…” She didn’t know exactly what she was offering. Part of her wanted to touch him, make him feel good, but reality was starting to creep in. She could feel the first fingers of anxiety trying to reach into her brain.
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I don’t need you to do anything. I’m a grown man. I won’t die from a hard-on.” He reached to the other side of the couch and grabbed her shirt. He handed it back to her. “Here, you’re shivering.”
Gratitude moved through her. Somehow he’d sensed she needed some armor back. She tugged her shirt on, not bothering with finding her bra. “Thanks.”
He helped her climb off his lap and found his own shirt hanging off her shelf of DVDs. He pulled it over his head and then joined her back on the couch. He gave her an evaluating look. “You sure you’re okay?”
She lifted her hand and pinched the air between her thumb and forefinger, offering him a small smile. “I may be freaking out just a little bit. But not because of you. You were… That was…great. You’re an excellent…experiment buddy.”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling with it. “Your dirty talk is on point, Lockley.”
She snorted, but the little joke eased some of the tension coursing through her. She didn’t need to overthink this. Hill had made her feel good, and he’d kept his promise, letting her take the lead on things and not pushing for anything more. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Thank you for trusting me. And for a great movie night.”
“What movie did we watch again?” she asked. “I can’t seem to remember a thing that happened before the last half hour.”
He smirked. “Good. That’s called a job well done.”
“We should do this again,” she said, forcing herself to be brave. “The movie and the making out. And possibly you cooking more things for me.”
He lifted a finger and pointed. “I didn’t cook. You did. Your taco-making skills are top-notch now.”
Her lips curved. “That’s because you’re a great teacher.” She lifted a brow. “You know how I get when I talk about horror movies and books? How I get all fast-talking and excited?”
He gave her an affectionate look. “Hard to miss.”
“Well, that’s how you are when you’re talking about food,” she said. “You’re a complete cooking geek. It’s kind of adorable.”
“Nah,” he said dismissively. “Horror’s your passion. Cooking’s just something I learned how to do.”
“Bullshit.” She poked his shoulder. “You waxed poetic about tomatoes and flank steak. You don’t just like cooking. You nerd out about it. And you like teaching other people about it.”
He grabbed the finger she’d poked him with and kissed the tip of it. “Maybe I just like teachingyou. You’re pretty and a very good student.”
She put her hand to her chest. “Well, obviously I am an absolute joy to teach, but I think this has much less to do with my charming ability to start fires in the kitchen and more with your natural ability to teach.” She nodded toward him. “You should do more of that. You could do online videos or something.”
A wrinkle appeared between his brows. “Of me cooking?”
