Taken the Spaniard's Virgin

“You have done these things?” he demanded, wondering why the prospect she had would bother him. It should not.

Then again, he did not think she would enjoy hearing about his past conquests.

“No, but I read about them.”

“Youread about them?”

“My mother’s answer to sex education. Books.”

“And what did you read about in these books?” The very idea of her telling him had him swelling with anticipation. He’d been semierect since bringing her back to the penthouse, so it took very little to tent the silk boxers he wore.

Her hand slid up his chest until one fingertip was over his hardening nipple. “I’d rather show you than tell you.”

“I would very much like to hear you tell me. Are you too shy?”

She looked up at him. “Maybe.”

“Would it help if I started?”

“You can’t tell me what I read about.”

He grinned at her affront. “But I can tell you what I know.”

“Yes.” The word gusted out on a soft sigh. “And you can tell me why you didn’t suggest the other ways of touching yourself.”

“I was afraid that I would not stop at the boundary that must be maintained for your body’s recovery.”

“Ohhhh…I like being that much a temptation to you.”

“I also like the fact you are such a temptation.”

She laughed, the sound musical and sweet. And extremely sexy. “So, are you going to start?”

“Shall we make it a game? I say something, then you?”

“Hmmm…I think we can make it a little more interesting than that.”

“More interesting?”

His little ex-virgin was definitely full of surprises.

“Right.” She considered him for several seconds, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Okay, what about if you tell me something I can do to give you pleasure and I do it?” “And then you will tell me something that will give you pleasure and I am supposed to do it?” He liked the sound of this game. A lot.

“Yes.” Though crimson dusted her lovely cheekbones. The sweet innocent was definitely more comfortable with the first part of the game.

“A man has many areas of his body that give pleasure, though we tend to concentrate on one particular organ.”

“Hmmm, yes…maybe we should add another rule…you have to give me at least three other options before directing me to touch you…um…” She licked her lips and dipped her gaze to his lap.“Down there.”

He manfully held back his laughter at her awkwardness. He found it endearing, but did not think she would read his amusement in that light. “I agree, butyou cannot go more than three turns without directing me to touch you somewhere between your legs.”

She closed her eyes as if praying, but nodded. “All right. Deal.”

Then they looked at each other in silence while anticipation built between them.

He took her hand and put it on his inner thigh, brushing the back of her fingers. “Touch me there and you will make me weep with pleasure.”

“How?”