The Lucky in Love Collection - Lauren Blakely Page 0,37
orgasms while engaged in intercourse with a partner. But I don’t understand how I’m supposed to have this chunk of plastic in me while I’m having sex.”
“Double the pleasure, double the fun?”
“I think it’s daunting.” But then I remind myself of my mission—to speak up with men. “Do you think it’s too daunting?”
He regards the device. “I honestly have no idea, but I’d be game to try it.”
That’s what I’m learning about Gabe—he’s up for anything. That easy way he has seems to extend all the way to the bedroom. He appears to have no hang-ups, just a healthy appetite for experimentation if his partner wants to go into the lab and mix up new formulas for nookie. I’m sure he’d don his white coat and get it on right there beside the test tubes and beakers.
“Would you try it?” His gaze meets mine, and our eyes lock. A rush of sensation spreads down my chest, like fluttering tingles.
“I would try it. I don’t know if I’d like it, but I’d try it.” My breath comes a little faster.
“What kind of vibrator do you have?”
I smile. “Why do you assume I have one at all?”
He sets his hand on his belly and laughs in an over-the-top fashion. “That’s a good one.”
“I mean it. How did you know?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No. I really want to know how you assumed I had one.”
He arches a brow. “Arden East, I bet you have more than one.”
I smile in a silent admission. I’m liking Naughty Town a lot.
“Exactly.” He steps closer. “And to answer how I knew—I knew because you like pleasure. Because you’re not getting what you want from your relationships. Because you asked me to help you learn more about men and sex. Ergo, you know how to take care of yourself, but you want to know what to do with all that desire when you’re with someone.”
His eyes sweep up and down my body, making my stomach flip unexpectedly, quickening my pulse. Maybe it’s the way he says desire. Maybe it’s how he looks at me with darkened eyes, or the close quarters we’ve found ourselves in. Whatever it is, all I want to do is give him the honest truth. My skin is buzzing, and it feels good to talk about sex.
“I have three. A bullet, a lipstick vibrator, and a dolphin.”
He swallows, taking his time speaking again. “Lucky dolphin.”
I laugh at the obvious joke. “Or maybe I’m the lucky girl.”
“Do you carry the lipstick one with you?”
“So I can diddle myself in my car?”
“Or behind the counter at the bookstore?”
“I am most decidedly not taking solo flights at work.”
“When do you break them out?”
“At home.”
“And which one do you use the most?”
“I like the dolphin best of all. He has most favored nation status.” Holy smokes. I’m serving it all up. I’m telling him everything. And it feels fantastic. It’s freeing. He seems to be enjoying this conversation too, judging from the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Like I said, lucky dolphin,” he murmurs as he guides me to the next aisle, and we’re in a wonderland of animals: butterflies, dolphins, rabbits. “All right, this isn’t your first turn at the menagerie, then. But you did say you wanted to try mutual masturbation.”
A rush of heat zips through me, shooting my temperature higher. What is he going to suggest? Does he want us to do that even though I’d instigated a clothes-on rule? Nerves mix with a strange new excitement. “We don’t have to,” I quickly say, because I can’t bear the thought of crossing a line, even as it entices me.
He cuts me off, looking me straight in the eyes. “I know. Believe me, I know. But this is what I’m thinking. You’re trying to move beyond your comfort zone. Learn new things, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I want you to do something for me.”
I’ve no idea what he wants me to do, but a delicious heaviness throbs between my legs, and I think I’ll like whatever he says. “Okay.”
“Tell me what you like about the one you’re using.”
“Tell you?”
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
I look around. A skinny woman in black with earplugs works the counter, and a redhead in a plaid skirt is hanging up a sexy nurse costume. Nearby, a couple covered in ink checks out strap-ons.
“And how does this help?” I whisper as we regard a shelf of dolphins and rabbits.
“You said you wanted to be able to voice what you like in bed. Do you want to practice