Heroic Measures (Blackbridge Security 6)

She laughs, a from-the-stomach belly laugh, and I’m suddenly addicted and half-inebriated already.

“Idiot,” she says as she spins around. “Come on. First lesson starts now.”

I follow her as she walks through my apartment as if she’s been here a million times. When she shoves open my bedroom door, it makes me want to growl thinking about her being in another man’s apartment in this building since she seems so familiar with the layout.

“Take my clothes off,” she commands once she turns back around to face me.

I want to rip them from her body, punish her for every man that came in her before, but I’m a sensible man, and I know that’s psychotic.

I spend my time, doing exactly what she told me and not a single thing more. She shivers when my fingers brush her sternum to click open her front-snap bra, but my touch is gone just as fast. Dropping into a crouch, I resist the urge to lick her flat belly when the rasp of her zipper fills the quiet room.

She can act all unaffected as she wants, but I’m an expert when it comes to the body. I’ve already noted her change in breathing, the way her fingers twitch at her sides as if she’s struggling to keep them to herself, and even if I hadn’t noticed all of that, there’s no way to miss the tiny little goosebumps peppering her skin.

I allow my breath to heat the apex of her thighs but keep a respectable distance.

It doesn’t stop me from staring directly at the tiny triangle of white silk between her thighs as it grows damp, becoming damn near transparent.

Her clit is already hard, a precious little knot of desire in desperate need of attention, and like a sadist, I let my nose bump it when I lift her leg to pull her jeans off.

She gasps, thrusting forward a tiny amount when I lift the other leg to do the same, but I don’t give her what her body is begging for.

She’s teaching me after all, the man who knows next to nothing about pleasing a woman.

I should be given a medal of valor for restraint as I stand, taking a step back.

“Now what?” I ask, keeping my hands to myself but letting my gaze wander the length of her.

“You’re going to want to jack off before meeting a woman for sex.”

A slow grin spreads my face as I reach for my zipper. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

“Not now, Jude. When you’re getting ready for a date, do it until you get the premature ejaculation under control.”

“I was able to rock your world with no skills, no experience, after I came in five seconds,” I remind her.

“Two, Jude. Two seconds, and like I said, you got lucky.”

My smile only grows. I don’t feel at all insulted with her words. I know just by the tremble in her body, the one that jiggles her amazing tits every couple of seconds that she’s turned on right now. She wouldn’t be here if she were disappointed in what happened between us last week. Of that, I’m absolutely sure.

“Please continue,” I urge, knowing that pleasing her is going to be just as—if not more—pleasurable for me as it will be for her.

“Masturbate before dates. Your cock may not always be up for another round as quickly as it was the other night.” She takes a step closer, and my hand instinctively raises to receive her body against mine. “Always get permission. Consent is very sexy. A woman may agree to oral but not actual intercourse, and just because she lets you touch it with your hands, doesn’t mean you have a right to use your tongue or your cock in those same places. There’s a difference between a finger in the ass and a dick.”

I clear my throat, partially to hide a laugh but also because thinking about sticking my dick in her—

I shake my head. She said no sex, so I’m pretty damn sure that includes me getting anywhere near that taboo, forbidden spot.

“Consent. Got it. Next?”

“You want a woman to be on fire before you shove inside of her.”

All the information I’ve scoured on the internet says the same thing. Enjoyable sex for women includes more than just the physical act, hence my worries of not being able to tease her when she dropped her pussy directly on my mouth with no foreplay.

“It doesn’t matter if your partner likes it rough or soft and slow, let the anticipation build.”

I want to ask her how I’ll know what a woman is into, but I get the feeling she’s going to show me what she wants, and I have no other desire to learn a single thing about anyone else.

“Touch here.”

She points to her collarbone, and even though she doesn’t tell me to, I take a step closer, keeping our bodies from touching but close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off her skin.