A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(28)

“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.

Why the idea of being the one to teach Jamie how to f**k had his poor dick twitching, he would never know, but he wished like hell that it would stop. He rubbed his hands over his damp face and had to wonder when he broke out into a sweat. Probably about the same time he thought about Jamie’s lips wrapped around his dick, he thought, shifting, again.

“Wait, why is he putting his-“

Whatever she said was lost on him as his eyes shot to the screen. He felt is eyebrows arch impossibly higher as he dove for the remote.

“Wait, I wanted to see that!” Jamie grumbled, but he didn’t care. A man could only take so much.

“It’s time for bed,” he blurted out as he swiped up a magazine off the bureau and held it discretely in front of the huge tent in his pants.

“What?” Jamie asked, shooting a nervous look between him and the bed. The fact that she didn’t look excited over the idea did not piss him off.

It didn’t.

“I meant that I’m tired and that we’re going to have to call it a night,” he explained tightly.

“Oh,” she mumbled, shoulders slouching as she stood up, hugging her notebook to her chest as she headed for the door only to pause halfway there and worry her bottom lip. “You’re still going to help me, right?” she asked softly as she stared down at her feet and he just barely stopped himself from going over to her and taking her into his arms.

He was not a hugger, damn it!

“Yes,” he gritted out, knowing that the sooner he helped her get laid the better. No, scratch that. The sooner he got laid the better.

Maybe he should head downstairs to the hotel bar and pick up a woman. No, he couldn’t do that since there was absolutely no way that he was going to last that long. The damn woman had him panting and ready to burst and she hadn’t even touched him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, moving to take a step closer as she ran her eyes over him with obvious concern.

“Great. Fine. Never been better,” he said quickly as he ushered her towards the door, making sure to keep the magazine firmly in place. “I’ll look over your computer and get it back to you tomorrow,” he said, opening the door and pretty much shutting it her face.