Screwmates(23)

“So. I was thinking. We can talk about all of that, but then we could take turns trying out what we’ve learned. That way we have to earn the reward. Like—no sex until we’re actually seduced.”

It had been a great idea when I’d been struggling to fall asleep. Now that I’d said it aloud, the problem with this approach stared at me blaringly—what if neither of us ever mastered seduction? Could I be doomed to never know the feel of Marc Kirby between my legs? Ye gods.

“That’s a good idea. Very scientific.” He paused. Was he thinking the same sad thoughts as me? “But what if we lie?”

He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant. “Lie as part of the seduction?”

“Lie and say we’ve been seduced when we’re really not.”

Now that was a good idea. How could I let him know I was seduced right now? That just the gentle brush of his eyes on my body could cause me to immediately become naked? Maybe that was too up front. Still, though, surely there was a way I could suggest that his words could make me easily seduced.

Or that I would pretend so no matter what dumb thing he said.

Not that I was going to let on anything to him about his brilliance. “Who would lie about that?” I asked, innocently.

He shot me an incredulous look. “Really?”

“Fine. I’d lie.” I wanted to be in the man’s pants—er, towel—so bad that all he had to do was show up, and I’d be ready to take off my clothes.

“Me too,” he admitted.

“Really?”

“Really.”

My stomach did a flip-flop and I ducked my head to hide my smile. “But we could probably tell, couldn’t we? With you, anyway. On your side. Because if you weren’t seduced, you wouldn’t be, you know…in ready position. Locked and loaded. Up and at ‘em.”

I wasn’t about to bring up a similar comparison about myself. I’d been wet since he’d walked out of the shower.

He could check, if he wanted. I wouldn’t stop him.

“But what if I were hard for another reason? Because we’d been watching something sexy for example. Or because it was morning.”

“Or because we’d been anticipating it for so long.”

“Exactly.”

“Hmm. It would probably make sense to just go ahead and get it over with now. Forget about any seduction this one time. You know? To keep us honest.”

“That’s a good point. Again, very scientific. Get it out of our systems. It takes the anticipation factor out of the equation.”

“Yes. ‘Cause there’s definitely anticipation.”

“Definitely.”

“Do you need me to…? Should I do something specific to get you interested?”

His lips curved into one of those signature amazing smiles of his. “There’s a beautiful half naked woman lying on my bed. As long as she doesn’t make me feel like a pedophile, that’s all I need to be interested.”

There had been a compliment hidden in there, and my heart tripped over it.

“What about you?” he asked, tossing the towel to the floor.

My eyes scanned down his very naked, very aroused body.

I tried not to gape.

“I think. I think I’m good,” I stuttered. Dear god, was I good. Good didn’t even begin to describe what I was. That man was truly a sight to behold. His body was chiseled everywhere. Yes, I’d seen most of him naked before, but this was the first time I hadn’t been distracted by the situation. The first time I’d been allowed to stare. The first time I’d gotten to see the whole package, if you catch my drift.

And it was super powered.

No wonder he was into history, because Marc Kirby was a Greek god.

Marc shifted so he was on his side. “So, good morning.” He stretched his hand out to run the back of his finger along my jaw.

I shuddered. “It is now.”

“Definitely.” He moved his hand behind my neck and held me there while he moved in to kiss me.

Holy shit, this man! The way he kissed! That was a superpower too.

His mouth was hot and wicked as he sucked on my lip, then my tongue. The way he could make me moan and mewl just with his kisses—he had a rare and pure talent.

He moved his attention down my neck, nipping and licking along my skin.

I tried not to gasp too loudly, but I had actually never felt full-body shivers like that before. How? I had clearly been kissing all the wrong frogs.

You’re perfect, I thought to myself.

But either he could mind read or I must have actually said it out loud, because he whispered, “You’re not so bad yourself,” before tugging me back to him so he could reclaim my lips.

Our makeout session grew hotter and more frantic, and soon, he pulled me up with him so we were both on our knees. “Hands up,” he commanded then lifted my nightshirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lace trimmed panties—Batman this time. Hey, they came in a set. For justice!

Marc’s eyes drifted down my body, lingering on my breasts until my nipples were laser beams under his gaze. He chuckled when he noticed the panties, but they didn’t kill his mood like they did last time. If anything, his dick got harder. Vindication!

It wasn’t difficult to notice with my hand wrapped around him as tightly as it was.