Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
When the sweeping kiss was over, he straightened and pulled away, shooting me an easy smile. He acted like what we’d done was incredibly satisfying and that was all. It was not earth shattering like it’d been for me.
“Be right back,” he said.
I couldn’t form words, so I said nothing. I simply watched him stroll to the door, pull it open, and walk through it.
As soon as he was gone, I reached down, ran a hand between my legs, and lifted my fingers to check. There wasn’t any blood, and I breathed a sigh of relief. My friend Hailey had said she didn’t bleed either when she’d had sex for the first time. I wasn’t squeamish about blood, but this just made things . . . easier.
Preston had probably disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and while he was gone, I made the decision to get under his covers. I wasn’t cold—far from it—but I was naked, and now that the sex was over, my shyness had returned.
Plus, the idea of being nestled in his bed that smelled like him? Yes, please.
Reality came crashing down on me as I moved gingerly up over the mattress and then slid between the soft sheets. I was sore.
Because you’re not a virgin anymore.
There was no one to tell because we’d promised to keep these ‘lessons’ a secret. Hailey and I were friends from high school, so she knew all about my crush on Preston, which meant I absolutely could not tell her. Nor could I lie and say I’d given it up to someone she didn’t know. She’d been my best friend for long enough that wouldn’t fly with her.
She’d never let it go until she had a name.
Preston’s naked form reappeared in the doorway, and he sauntered over to the side of the bed I’d left empty for him after grabbing the discarded vibrator and setting it on the nightstand. He was so comfortable. Confident without a stitch of clothing on, and I guessed that made sense.
He was gorgeous.
He looked at me and how I had the sheet tucked up under my arms, and that same easy smile was back. He got that I was bashful, but he wasn’t, and the bed jostled as he climbed on to lie beside me.
Except he stayed above the covers.
His head hit the pillow, and he stretched his arms back, lacing his fingers together behind his head. I was envious of his relaxed posture, but at the same time, we were in his bed, and this was not a new experience for him. Why wouldn’t he feel comfortable?
“Can I ask you a question?” I’d hoped to sound casual, but it came out sounding small and needy.
He turned to look at me. Of course, his expression read.
I almost didn’t want to know the answer, and yet I was desperate for it. “How was I?”
The carefree light in his eyes dimmed and seriousness moved in. The comforter rustled as he turned on his side and scooted close enough to put a heavy arm around me. “You couldn’t tell? That was . . .”
His Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow as he searched for the right word. It looked like he found it, and his lips parted, but he abruptly thought better of it. His chin pulled back, and his guard went up. Whatever he was going to say—it made him nervous.
“You get an A-plus, good girl.”
Except he wasn’t thrilled with his answer, judging by the way his lips skewed to one side. Like my serious question deserved a serious answer.
He sobered and tried again. “You were really great.”
I must have made a face, because his arm tightened, tugging me against him.
“I don’t know why you don’t believe me. You’re good at everything you do. Why wouldn’t you be amazing at sex your first time?”
My heart skipped. “You thought I was amazing?”
He grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding me into his kiss. “Shh. No more talking until the lesson’s over.”
His mouth met mine, and it stoked the fire burning between us, only this fire wasn’t sexual. Our kiss had no business being that full of passion, but neither of us did a damn thing to stop it. I sank into the mattress beneath the power of it, clutching at him and holding on for dear life.
He’d warned me these lessons were supposed to be about sex and nothing else, but what if it was already too late for that? My feelings for him were too strong, and every minute we spent together only magnified their intensity.
It was impossible to think clearly when his mouth was attached to mine, but worry was a knife, slicing through the fog and working its way in.
What was going to happen when we ran out of lessons?
SIXTEEN
Preston
I carried the two plastic grocery bags in and set them on the island in the kitchen, and Sydney followed me with the box of cooking stuff she’d packed from her house. When I’d asked her earlier this week if she’d be willing to make me dinner again, she’d agreed immediately, and presented me with a few different menu options.