Learning Curves - By Elyse Mady Page 0,10

her nerves. She relaxed a little into the circle of his arms.

“What’s that?”

“Take the lead in a one-night stand.”

“Is that what this is?”

“Certainly looks like it to me.”

“You have experience, then? No-strings-attached sex?”

His lips crinkled at her bluntness. “Some.”

“How much is ‘some’?”

“Some,” he repeated, brushing his lips along her throat. “I don’t do relationships as a general rule. Not my thing.”

“Funny. I don’t remember asking you for one.”

“No, you didn’t. But what’s between us right now won’t be anything—not a fling, not an affair, not no-strings-attached sex—until you tell me what you think we should do about it.”

It was his restraint that decided her. If he’d been crude or obnoxious or tried to rush her, she would have walked. But despite his all too evident need, he’d waited until she was certain this was the course of action she wanted to embark on.

She knew nothing about him but she knew enough that she couldn’t wait any longer.

“This,” she replied fiercely. And shoving aside her doubts, she kissed him.

His lips were firm, and when they opened against hers, his tongue, smooth and hot, slid into her mouth. It wasn’t an elegant kiss but the connection set off a fuse within her and she intensified the embrace greedily, their tongues clashing, taunting, inflaming.

When he released her wrist, his strong hands stroked effortlessly across her body. He buried them in her hair with a groan, and his fingers threading through the tousled strands brought her into even closer contact to his surging body.

Touching him was suddenly an imperative.

Not pausing to consider her actions, Leanne ran her hands across his chest, reveling in the firm muscles flexing beneath her fingertips. His robe gaped open where their bodies met and her questing fingers found the sash. Never breaking contact with his mouth, she wrestled with the knot until she worked it free. The robe slid down, off his shoulders, and puddled on the floor.

She nearly purred at the sight of him, her thoughts muddied by pounding, feverish need. It overwhelmed the clamoring voice of caution shouting in her mind. The only thing she could hear now—the only thing she wanted to hear—was his voice saying More. Faster. Deeper.

Now she could touch him like she’d imagined while she watched him dance. But the reality was better than her fantasies. Far, far better. The feel of his skin, the tang of his sweat when she licked the strong cords of his throat. Each small gesture immediate, intense and intoxicatingly real.

Pulling her sweater over her head, revealing her bra, Brandon took her breasts in his strong hands. He rolled them together before caressing her nipples. His hands sought the clasp of her bra, undoing it with a deft snap.

His large hands, rolling the taut peaks between his fingers, sent a charge through Leanne’s body. She was wet, her pulse rapid, her flesh aching for his touch. And when he bent down and suckled the nipple, drawing it into his mouth and laving it firmly, Leanne thought she would come right there.

Suddenly she couldn’t wait. She needed his cock now. In her mouth. In her body. She didn’t care which. If she didn’t touch the rigid flesh, she might self-destruct.

She reached with greedy hands toward his straining erection and stroked the hardened length, pressing her palm against him. At her touch, he gasped. She worked quickly, freeing his cock from the confines of his g-string, and wrapped her hand along his erection. She caressed him firmly, from base to tip, and he swore.

“Christ! Where’d you learn to do that?”

She laughed and repeated the gesture, delighting in the feel of his tight abdominals clenching and contracting with each stroke. “I’m a perennial student. I’ve spent a lot of time at school.” She squeezed, running her finger up and down his length. His skin was soft and velvety, but underneath was an undeniable rigidity. She moved her hands more quickly and he buried his face against her neck, his breath coming in harsh pants as he licked and kissed her shoulder.

“A,” he said. “I give you an A.”

She pouted playfully. “Just an A? I’ll have to try harder, then. Much, much harder.”

She twirled her hand around the tip even faster, running her finger along its sensitive underside, and a few drops of come seeped out. She wrapped her palm around his girth, the liquid lubricating the glide of her hand, stroking him with firm, unrelenting movements.

“Ahh…” He let out a murmured, strangled noise, half plea, half promise, “A-plus! A-plus!”

Leanne smiled, luxuriating