“So you think I’ll teach you, you’ll snare him, and we’ll all live happily ever after?” Kimber bristled. “I think it’s wise to go to Jesse prepared to please him and prove I can be that special person in his life.”
“How is this urgent?”
“He’s been in Europe for the last few years. I’ve missed him terribly. But he’s finally coming back to the States. Back to Texas, but just for a few months. We’ve made plans to see each other, find out where our relationship is going. It’s my chance to prove to him we still have that special connection.” Special connection? What the f**k was that supposed to mean?
“First of all, the guy is an international pop star. He’s had something like three number-one albums in the last two years. He’s got women falling all over him. And you know it.”
She raised her chin. Pride. She had it in spades. Just another thing that made him hard for her.
“Which is exactly why I can’t afford to go unprepared. I’m aware of the competition for his time and attention. I’m aware that I’m not as worldly as the groupies who hang around him. But there is a connection between us. I want to take it to the next level. I think he does too, but is afraid of hurting me.”
“Second of all, you’re way too innocent for this.”
“That’s why I’m asking for your help. I refuse to go to him and run the risk of seeming like a child. Why the interrogation? How difficult can this be?”
“You think I can draw you a f**king picture, and that’s going to tell you all you need to know about ménages?”
“I was prepared for an explanation, maybe a demonstration…depending.” Un-frigging-believable. “An explanation would do jack squat for you, kitten. It wouldn’t help you prepare the way you’d need to. A demonstration would blow you away.”
She frowned, her frustration clearly rising as fast as his arousal. “If that’s the case, I need to know it now, before I commit to Jesse. A small demonstration—”
“Would make you run screaming out of here so fast, it would set records. You couldn’t handle this.”
“Why? Does it include bondage or whipping?”
Deke’s eyes widened in surprise. Kimber even knew about such things?
“Don’t look so damn shocked. I’m not a child anymore.”
“Maybe not. But you’re a virgin. I’d bet my life on it.”
“Yes. So what? I’ve saved that for Jesse.” She tossed a glossy curl behind her shoulder and acted as if a twenty-something woman announcing she’s a virgin was the most normal thing in the world. “Deke, I know you don’t owe me anything, but I’m asking as nicely as I know how for your help.”
“Fuck how you asked. Yeah, it was nice. Whatever. It’s a damn stupid request.”
“If you’re worried about my father being angry—”
“Hell, yes, he’ll be angry. But that has nothing to do with why I’m saying no.
Kimber, this isn’t the sort of sex a virgin has.” She paused, pondering. Then she stood. “Okay, I get it. I don’t…light your fire or whatever. Fine. I’ll figure something else out.”
He should let her believe that and let her go, but Deke couldn’t. She had to understand that she lit his fire—and was now playing with it.
Deke stood and blocked her path. “You think you don’t light my fire?” He looked down toward his cock, thick and hard and straining the front of his jeans. A moment later, her gaze followed suit. Her little gasp only made him harder. “Kitten, you have no idea the thoughts that have been running through my mind since your request that I teach you all about sex fell out of that pretty, f**kable mouth. I doubt you want to know.”
Fresh color stole up her cheeks. She glanced at his crotch again. Bit her lip. She did that when she was nervous and thinking.
“Yes, I do, if it has anything to do with sex the way you like it. The way Jesse likes it.”
Annoyance spiked in Deke. If he ever touched Kimber, big if, she wouldn’t be thinking about that pansy-ass pop star. She’d be too damn busy coming.
But saying no to her felt like he was turning his balls inside out. Hell, she was serving herself up on a platter for his lust. The lust he’d been harboring for over five years. Lust that created a nagging ache in his c**k and clawed at his gut to be quenched.
Innocent. Virgin. Danger!
Time to put a stop to this now. She thought she was adult enough to handle ménage? Yeah… He could scare her off in about two seconds. And he’d better, before he did something crazy like grab her, touch her, drive her to the brink, then stuff her full of cock.
“The sex I like isn’t sweet or pretty or romantic, kitten. It’s raw, sometimes a little painful for a woman. It can require a spine of steel and a lot of stamina.” Kimber tensed, swallowed again. She was nervous—but intrigued. Curiosity swirled in those pretty hazel eyes. Finally, she nodded. “Go on.” Deke stepped closer. He couldn’t resist. Now he could smell her. Peaches and brown sugar and a hint of female arousal. Were his words making her hot—or was it knowing she could turn him on that got her wet?