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Before we get to what I have planned, we’re going to do a warm up to help her unwind. Knowing her, I’m betting she’s never tried what I’m planning to make her do. Not for someone else since she’s never dated, and probably never considered what a confidence booster it is to do it for herself.
If I’m going to coach Tatum, I’m going to be thorough as fuck. She came to me about this, so I’ll do it right. She wants the player everyone knows me as.
Tatum tips her head back to peer up at me. “Do we have a word for go? How do I know when and where to start?”
A husky laugh leaves me and I take her hand, pulling her over to the mirror hanging from my closet door. I put her in front of me and trace my fingertips up and down her arms. Her lashes flutter.
“Foreplay?” she asks.
“Something like that. I want you to start with some sexy selfies. Not nudes,” I add when her eyes bug out. “I just want you to get familiar with how hot you are.”
“You think so?”
Tatum’s voice turns shy. I bite the inside of my cheek. She has no idea what goes through my head every time I look at her.
“Do you want to use my phone or yours?”
“Yours,” she decides after a moment of serious debate that almost makes me laugh. “I don’t care if you keep them. You can compare them to your other booty calls and let me know what I can improve on later.”
My mouth pops open and I swipe a hand over it. This is exactly why I need her to get out of her head. She’ll never let go of her tight control if she keeps analyzing everything.
“Here.” I hand over my phone and back up a few steps to give her room, dropping to my bed to watch. “Take your time. I’ve got all night.”
Tatum peeks at me over her shoulder. After a few seconds, she mumbles, “I’ve, um. I’ve never really done this.”
Called it.
“It’s okay.” I lean back on an elbow and tug the hem of my t-shirt up to give her an example. “Follow your instincts. I can put on some music if you want. Remember what I said at the bonfire? Just dive in.”
She gives me her undivided attention like I’m giving her the answers to the universe. Christ, when she looks at me like that, I want… No, I need to shut that line of thinking down.
“Those shorts make your ass look great, so maybe that’s a good place to start.”
She laughs, the sound stirring a pleasant sensation in my chest. I watch with a hooded gaze while she scrolls through my music and selects a song. At first I can tell she’s thinking too much. I’m about to jump in again and direct her how to pose for the camera when something clicks. She arches her back and pouts at the mirror and the air in my lungs punches out of me. I mentally mark that one to save for myself when I look back through my camera roll.
Tatum goes slow, but little by little she gains confidence by spending one-on-one time with herself and my mirror. Her fingers slip beneath her shirt to caress her stomach while she bites her lip. The head tilt is killer—my kryptonite.
Watching her like this, heat pulls into my groin. I shift around, subtly adjusting my erection. After another ten minutes and probably forty more selfies, I can’t take anymore.
“Okay,” I rasp. “I think you’re relaxed enough for what I really have planned.”
Tatum blinks, her eyelids heavy. Shit. She’s turned on, too.
“How’d I do?”
“Good.”
Her lashes flutter and she drops her gaze. With a soft smile, she hands my phone over. I trace my lower lip with the tip of my tongue.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah. It was kinda fun.”
Smirking, I take her hand and grab a pillow from my bed. “We’re just getting started. That was your warm up.”
A soft laugh leaves her. “So what’s next, hot shot?”
“Lay down.”
