“Oh………,” she said, thinking it over before asking, “Why?”
“Why what?” he snapped, looking agitated as he walked over to her computer to check something.
“Why do you care?”
“I need you healthy and whole to do this tour, Jamie,” he explained, keeping it short and sweet, but she got the point. He was only offering to help her for his job, not because he cared. It was foolish, but she couldn’t help but feel a little hurt and disappointed that he didn’t care.
Maybe that was for the best, she decided. If they kept a professional distance she’d feel more comfortable about asking him questions. If they were friends she’d feel a little awkward and embarrassed with some of the questions that she was dying to ask.
“Okay, where do we start,” she asked brightly, ignoring his scowl as he gestured for her to sit on the couch.
Trying to hide her nerves, she quickly sat down, at the far corner of the small sofa. Nick sent her a questioning look, but said nothing as he turned the television on and went to the pay-per-view menu. When he scrolled down a list of titles that could only belong to adult movies she gasped and lunged for the remote.
“What the heck are you doing?” she demanded as she did her best to steal the remote away from him before he could do something that would embarrass them both.
“I’m helping you go through your list,” he said, holding the remote just out of reach as he selected a movie.
“Oh my god!” she gasped. “They’ll know!”
“Who?” he asked, frowning.
“Everyone!”
“That I watched a skin flick?” he asked, frowning.
“Yes!” she hissed as she shot a nervous look at the door, half expecting someone to break down the door to yell at them.
“No one’s going to care as long as I pay for it and besides, no one will know you watched it, Jamie. This isn’t your room,” he pointed out.
“Oh,” she mumbled, thinking it over and realizing that he was right. As long as no one said anything no one would have to know that she’d watched this with him. Maybe it would be for the best to have him help her with this, just the learning and asking questions part. For the rest she’d find a willing man who wanted her, which she hoped wouldn’t be too difficult because she was really ready to have sex soon.
Well, if they were going to do this then they needed to do it right, she thought as she rushed out of the room.
“Where are you going?”
“To get my notebook!” she yelled over her shoulder as she opened the door and ran out.
“You’re kidding, right?”
******
Nick shot a look over at his little recluse as she scribbled something else down on her notebook and couldn’t help but sigh. She hadn’t been kidding after all.
Fifteen minutes into the movie and the woman hadn’t stopped writing for more than a second.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she suddenly asked.
He followed her gaze to the television and nearly groaned when he realized what she was asking. “No, it doesn’t,” he said tightly, shifting on the couch, again, which sadly had nothing to do with the brunette giving head in the movie and everything to do with the little recluse sitting by his side taking notes.
“It doesn’t hurt when her teeth glide over it?” she asked, looking entranced with the action as he struggled not to imagine Jamie on her knees in front of him doing exactly that. What the hell had he been thinking to offer to help her with this?
He really was an idiot.
Any other man would have shoved the woman out the door, but instead of doing that he’d offered to teach her about sex. Now he was stuck sitting here sporting the hardest erection of his life and wishing like hell that he hadn’t offered to put himself through this hell.
“Why is she moaning when he’s not even touching her?” she asked, sounding curious.
“Because it’s a movie,” he said, shifting again before reluctantly adding, “And some women enjoy the act.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said tightly, praying the movie would end soon and he’d be able to get her the hell out of here so he could relieve himself, again. For almost two weeks he’d been forced to seek relief from his hand as she drove him crazy and wonder why the hell the little recluse affected him like this.
She was cute, pretty and had a great body, but he’d seen better, but no other woman left him hard and aching like her. The only explanation he had for this temporary insanity was the fact that she was forbidden fruit and virginal, untouched. He nearly whimpered when his c**k jumped at the thought.
This was hell.
“I don’t think he’s doing that right.”
“What?” he asked, refusing to look over at her, knowing that his poor dick didn’t need a visual.
“She looks bored and, um, well, his tongue is barely touching her,” she pointed out.
He looked back at the screen and cursed softly as he watched the man go down on the admittedly bored looking woman. Normally that was something he liked to skip with a woman. It was too intimate and he sure as hell didn’t trust any woman enough to do that. He might like one stands, but that didn’t mean he liked to take chances. Growing up with the type of women that he did he knew damn well what could happen. It also didn’t hurt that he didn’t like doing that for a woman and didn’t have much of an interest in doing it.
Until now.
Now he wanted to do if for Jamie. Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to do it for him. He wanted to strip her naked, lay her on the bed and lick between her legs where he knew he’d find her soft, so damn soft and wet. He’d take her with his tongue, but not like this idiot was doing, and he’d make damn sure that she wasn’t bored. Until she screamed his name he wouldn’t stop licking her, sucking her, f**k”I don’t think I want some guy doing that to me,” she muttered, sounding disgusted.
He just barely stopped himself from telling her that he damn well was going to do it to her and she damned well was going to like it when he remembered that he was going through a momentary lapse of sanity. She was a shy little recluse who didn’t know the game and was so far from his type that it wasn’t even funny. He liked his women practiced, who knew what they wanted in bed and most importantly how to give him what he wanted. Jamie didn’t know shit and was going to be completely dependent on whatever guy she took to bed to introduce her to sex.