Heartland (True North #7) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,78

and tastes the punch. “Nice.” He sets that on the nightstand, too. “Now come closer.” He tugs my hand. “That’s right. All the way.” Then he scoops me up off the floor.

I end up with my knees on the bed, my hands on his broad shoulders.

“That’s so much better,” he says, stealing a quick kiss. “It’s time for our next tutoring session. I hope to cover a lot of ground tonight.” He gives me a serious look. “What chapter are we on, do you think?”

“There’s no textbook for this,” I choke out.

“But there should be,” he argues. “Last time we kind of skipped right to the advanced sections. Maybe we should flip back to the beginning and cover some of the introductory lessons.”

“Okay?”

He pulls me closer. Our noses are inches apart. “Do you know how many erogenous zones there are on your body?”

“No,” I whisper. “Is there going to be a quiz?”

He shakes his head. “Just lots and lots of homework.”

Then he kisses me.

Twenty-Nine

Dylan

Chastity’s mouth softens immediately beneath mine. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over my surprise at how responsive she is to my touch.

You think you know someone. You spend a lot of time introducing them to movies and pulled-pork sandwiches and frisbee. But the whole time you’re laughing at Men In Black, you have no idea that the two of you could have sexual chemistry capable of lighting up the night.

Kissing her makes me feel wild. And just like before, I can’t help escalating the situation from a kiss to a full-on make-out session. A minute later her fingers are gripping the fabric of my shirt, while my two hands are already full of her perfect tits.

I break off our kiss, because I’m in need of oxygen. But also because we’re wearing too many clothes. “Chapter Three,” I say in a voice that’s calmer than I feel right now. “Unbutton my shirt.”

She blinks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, but her hands go right to work. “So we’re skipping Chapter One?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Chapter One was that kiss. Chapter Two is that look you’re giving me right now. Like you can’t wait any longer.”

She drops her eyes immediately, but she keeps up her good work with the buttons. I push away my surprise that it’s Chastity who’s undressing me. And I look down at her hands to watch.

“What?” she asks when she reaches the last button. “You’re staring.”

“I just like your hands near my body, that’s all.” A look of surprise crosses her features. “Now touch me.”

“Where?”

“It doesn’t matter. Hell.” I grab her hands and put them on my bare chest. “Sometimes all of me is an erogenous zone. Right now is one of those times. So just get busy.” I shrug my shirt off my shoulders to give her plenty to work with.

At first she’s tentative, stroking me with light fingers. I get goosebumps immediately. But then she forgets to be shy. Her thumb traces my stomach muscles, while one of her fingers does an investigative loop around my nipple.

It’s quiet in my room, if you don’t count the thumping of the music downstairs. The moment feels intensely intimate, even though we’re both still mostly dressed. “Now use your mouth,” I suggest.

Her blue eyes flick up to mine, questioning.

“Come on,” I encourage her. “You know you want to.”

She leans slowly forward until her lips meet my chest. “That's right.” Her lips begin to softly explore my skin, giving me chills. “Good girl.”

Something changes when I say those words—Chastity relaxes. Her kisses become less tentative. I gather her hair in my hand, and guide her head. She moans against my skin. Whoa. The sound makes my whole body flash with heat. “You like it when I tell you what to do, right?”

She nods quickly. I’m not a smart man, but I’m catching on. Chastity wants direction—and not because she’s inexperienced. She wants direction because it makes her hot.

“Now use your tongue,” I order, just to test this theory.

Not a half second later she's licking my nipple, stroking my chest with her other hand, and clenching her thighs together needfully. When my hand tightens in her hair, she moans again.

The whole tutoring thing was meant to be a joke. But I realize now that it does something for her. She likes it when I tell her what to do. She really likes it.

I'm a fan, too, apparently. We’ve only been home for five minutes and I’m about to burst into flames. My cock is straining against