Princess Next Door

She nodded. “I’d like to kiss you, too.”

“I don’t want you to say things you don’t mean, or what you think I expect you to say.”

“I’d never do that.”

He pressed a finger against her lips. “I also don’t want you to keep playing nodding heads as we’re kissing.”

“Nodding heads?” she asked, frowning.

He moved his head from side to side in the way he meant, and she covered her mouth laughing.

“I’ve never seen that before.”

“It happens. Just close your eyes, no tongue, okay.”

She held her hands up. “Fine.”

He waited as she stood, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips.

“Don’t pucker.”

“I feel like I’m taking a test or something.”

“Consider it a test.” She stopped puckering, and he took a step toward her. He touched her cheek, and when she opened her eyes, he told her to close them.

She did as he asked, and he tilted her head back. Her skin was flawless, smooth, and he stroked his finger over her cheek, moving around her ear, and back down to her chin. Her lips parted a little, and he slid his other hand up from her hand, cupping her face.

Moistening his own lips, he took possession of hers, and listened as she sighed his name just before he did.

The moment he kissed her, he felt like his world had been turned upside down and inside out. He lost all focus apart from her.

His need for her was so great, greater than anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. He wanted her, craved her, felt consumed by his need that rivaled his love of music.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he deepened the kiss, and his cock thickened. Moving her back, he pressed her up against the wall, relishing her hands on his body, and he held her close.

He didn’t want the kiss to ever end, but a knock on her front door halted it.

Pulling away, he stared into her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was no way he could ever let another man taste her sweetness.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know, Princess.”

Chapter Five

On Monday, Wynter left for work early, wishing she’d gotten a few moments to speak with Zane. After his kiss on Saturday, all she’d been wanting to do was talk to him. Tammy, Marshall, and their kids had been the ones to interrupt their kiss. She’d seen the questions in Tammy’s eyes, but there hadn’t been time to talk.

Zane had left, and on Sunday he’d been working all day, and now she was heading to work. There just wasn’t any spare moment to talk, and she found it so damn frustrating.

When she arrived to class Tammy was already there getting everything set up.

“Close the door and tell me everything.”

She did as instructed, and when she turned back, she saw Tammy had already gotten them both some coffee. School wasn’t due to start for another half hour.

“Come on, spill. I’ll not get through ’til lunch for you to tell me everything.”

“There’s not much to tell.”

“The look on your face on Saturday told me straight something had happened, and I’d interrupted it. Come on, spill.”

“He kissed me.” She licked her lips, and smiled. “And it was so amazing. He’s one hell of a kisser.”

“And?”

“And I kind of, sort of asked him if he’d teach me about sex.”

This time Tammy’s mouth did open. “You did?”

“It just blurted out. We were watching the neighbors, and I was thinking about my parents, and I didn’t want to be proper in that moment.”

“You’re attracted to him?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s good then. It would suck if you’re asking a guy you couldn’t stand,” she said.

“I’ve not spoken to him though. Not since he agreed.”

“He agreed?”

She nodded. “Right after the kiss.”

“Well, I think the time has come for you to at least bake him a pie.”

“You think so?”

“You’ve asked this guy, a stranger, to teach you about sex, and you’ve already told him you’re a virgin.”

“Alcohol does not go well for me.”

“You still didn’t swear,” Tammy said.

“I didn’t?”

“Nope. You were every bit the perfect lady.” Tammy patted her hand, giving her a funny look.

“What is it?”

“You don’t think that your houses have something to do with it?”

Even before Tammy finished her question, Wynter rolled her eyes. “They’re houses, Tammy. Not people, just things.”

Tammy shrugged. “If you think about it, it’s a little coincidental that you’re asking a complete stranger to have sex with you, and at the same time, you’re kissing him. Both things I know you’d never dream of asking Carey.”

She shuddered. “Stuff like that is not real. It’s a fantasy.”

“Life’s made of fantasies, sweetie. It’s what helps get us through the really crappy times.”

They finished their coffee, and then the day was about to begin. She didn’t have time to dwell on anything Zane related as she helped the children with their spelling, drawing, and of course coloring. Tammy always took the lead, and the classes were filled with so much joy. They were going have a parent-teacher evening very soon, so Wynter had lunch all to herself, which wasn’t fun as she found her nerves getting the better of her.