13. Robe Woman Coital Alignment Technique
Chapter 13
Robe Woman Coital Alignment Technique
Evan
I shifted on the wooden bench, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t involve my robe riding up in awkward places. My muscles felt like wet noodles after that massage, though I’d tried my damnedest not to sound like I was auditioning for adult films. It wasn’t my fault Aiden had the hands of a god who specialized in making grown men whimper.
Still, every sound I’d made had been worth it to see Tessa squirming on the table next to me. And that accidental, not-so-accidental boob flash? Christmas had come early this year… or late, depending on how you looked at things, given it was almost February.
Now she sat across from me in this tiny wooden box, looking like a flustered goddess with her hair curling from the steam and her cheeks pink from more than the heat. I wondered what it would have felt like if those chef’s hands of hers had been working out my knots instead of Aiden’s. The thought alone made my temperature rise another few degrees.
“Okay, first question,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s the most satisfying thing you’ve ever put in your mouth?”
Her eyes went wide. “I... uh... well, from a culinary perspective, there was this amazing truffle risotto I had in Italy that was a religious experience. But then there was also this chocolate soufflé that made me moan in public, which was mortifying but totally worth it. Though if we’re talking pure satisfaction, there was this one time with a popsicle... wait, no, that sounds wrong. Not like that! It was really hot out and... oh God, that’s not better. Can we pretend I said ‘pizza’ and move on?”
I bit back a laugh, thoroughly enjoying her descent into chaos. “So, what I’m hearing is you’re very oral.
She grabbed a water bottle and took a long drink, probably to stop herself from digging the hole deeper. When she finally spoke again, her question caught me off guard. “What happened between you and the guys?”
I ran a hand through my damp hair and decided to give her only part of the truth. “They used to think I was hilarious. Even Archer once laughed so hard at one of my jokes he had tears running down his face.” The memory still made me smile, even if it felt like it happened in another lifetime.
“And now?”
“Now they act like everything I say is stupid or immature.” I shrugged, putting on my best ‘it-doesn’t-bother-me’ face while fidgeting with the edge of my robe. “I get it… but I’m trying to mend things. They are making it horribly difficult. Archer keeps looking at me like I’m proposing we turn the place into a circus, and Liam... well, Liam barely looks at me at all.”
“You’re all grieving...” Her voice was gentle, too gentle, like she could see right through my carefully constructed walls of jokes and deflection.
“I’m not—” The denial caught in my throat. Images of Gavin flashed through my mind: teaching me to ski even though he was terrible at it himself, covering for me when I accidentally set off the fire alarm in our dorm making midnight nachos, always being there with that stupid grin and terrible advice that somehow worked out anyway. That ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he wore to every important event because he swore it was lucky. “I’m dealing with it fine.” I wasn’t, but that’s what people said, right?
Tessa’s knowing look said she saw right through me, so I did what I do best, deflecting with humor. Besides, her sympathetic expression was doing dangerous things to my composure, and this steam room was already making my eyes water. Obviously.
“My turn!” I leaned forward, waggling my eyebrows with exaggerated suggestion. “What’s your favorite position?”
Her mouth dropped open, and the way she clutched her robe tighter made me want to push a little further. “You mean like... in the kitchen, right?”
“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’ with extra emphasis, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed darker. “Though I’m happy to hear about those too. Might give me some ideas.”
The scandalized look on her face was priceless, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth that told me she wasn’t really offended. “You’re impossible.”
“That’s not an answer, Chef.” I settled back against the wooden wall with my most charming grin.
I nearly choked on my own tongue when she answered. “Well... I haven’t exactly had a vast sampling, but I guess I prefer being on top?” She twisted the water bottle in her hands. “At least then I can... you know... make sure things happen for me.”
My brain short-circuited for a moment, images I shouldn’t be having flashing through my mind. I wondered if she and Liam... but no, that wasn’t my business. Even if the thought made something possessive curl in my chest.
“What about you?” She was clearly trying to move the spotlight off herself.
I grinned, seeing an opportunity that I couldn’t resist. “Ever heard of the Coital Alignment Technique?”
Her blank expression was answer enough. “The what now? That sounds like something from a medical textbook.”
“Oh, you sweet summer child.” I stood up, shrugging off my robe. Her eyes went wide, but I still had my boxer briefs on. “Here, let me demonstrate.”
“What? No!” She pressed herself into the corner like I might pounce at any moment.
“Relax.” I balled up my robe and placed it on the bench. “This is purely educational. Consider this a robe woman.” I gestured at the bundle with a flourish.
“A what now?”
“Work with me here.” I positioned myself over the bundled robe. “See, it’s all about the angle and pressure. Instead of the usual in-and-out motion?—”
“Oh my God.” She covered her face with her hands but peeked through her fingers.
“You shift your position higher so there’s constant contact...” I demonstrated the sliding motion. “It creates friction in all the right places, plus it hits the G-spot naturally. It’s foolproof if done correctly.”
Tessa made a strangled sound and grabbed her water bottle, chugging it like she’d just run a marathon. When she finally came up for air, her face was redder than a tomato. “That’s... that’s very... educational. Yes. Educational. Like a very adult version of Bill Nye the Science Guy. Not that Bill Nye ever... oh God, now I’m picturing Bill Nye!”
I couldn’t help laughing as I retrieved my robe and sat back down. “Want me to demonstrate again? Maybe with a volunteer this time?”
She threw her empty water bottle at me. “You’re terrible!”
“That’s not what the robe said.” I caught the bottle easily, winking at her. “Actually, I think the robe gave me a standing ovation.”
“I can’t believe you... with the robe... and the...” She gestured vaguely at the space where my impromptu demonstration had taken place. “Are you always this...”
“Helpful? Educational? Incredibly attractive while discussing sexual positions?”
“I was going to say ‘shameless.’”
I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “You didn’t seem to mind the show.”
“I minded! I minded very much!” But her eyes kept drifting to where the robe demonstration had happened.
“Sure you did.” I stretched, making sure my own robe gaped open enough to be interesting. “You know, we still have five minutes left in here. I could show you another position...”
“Nope!” She stood up so fast she nearly slipped. “I think I’m sufficiently steamed. Steamed up! I mean... heated. No, that’s worse. I’m... I’m going to go now. To the shower. Alone! Very much alone. To my room!”
She practically fled the sauna, leaving me grinning like an idiot. God, she was adorable when she got flustered. And the way she’d watched my little demonstration...
I adjusted my robe, suddenly very grateful for its loose fit. Maybe a cold shower wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
I stood outside Tessa’s door, my hand hovering over the wood like I was about to knock on the gates of heaven or hell—I wasn’t sure which yet.
My stomach had been doing random somersaults every time I saw her throughout the day, and not the fun, adrenaline-junkie kind. No, this was the kind of nervous energy that made me feel like I’d swallowed a squirrel. I’d gone too far in the sauna that morning. Way too far. I knew it the second she’d bolted out of there like I’d set the place on fire.
I knocked, the sound echoing down the hallway like a gunshot. It was well past the time of friendly visits with it being almost ten PM. My heart was pounding so hard I was half-convinced she would be able to hear it through the door.
When it swung open, I was greeted by Tessa in a fluffy white robe, her hair wrapped up in a towel.. She looked... soft. And warm. And so damn kissable it took every ounce of self-control not to lean in right then and there.
“Hey.” My voice cracked like I was a teenager again. “I, uh... I wanted to apologize. For this morning. In the sauna. I was being an idiot, and I?—”
She didn’t let me finish. One second, I was stumbling over my words, and the next, her hands were fisted in the front of my shirt, yanking me into the room. The door slammed shut behind us, and then her lips were on mine, hot and demanding and so damn perfect I forgot how to breathe.
I froze for a split second, my brain short-circuiting. This wasn’t part of the apology plan. This wasn’t even in the same universe as the apology plan. But then her tongue brushed against mine, and all rational thought went out the window.
My hands found her waist, pulling her closer as I kissed her back with everything I had. She tasted like mint and something sweet, like a dessert she’d made just for me.
When I finally managed to pull away, it was only because I needed air. And because I needed to make sure this wasn’t a latent heatstroke-induced hallucination. “Tessa?—”
“Shut up,” she whispered, her hands sliding up my chest and pushing my jacket off my shoulders. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. “All day I couldn’t stop thinking about the damn sounds you made during the massage. And that... that position you showed me. I need a demonstration. A real one.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and my knees almost gave out. “Are you sure? Because if this is?—”
She kissed me again, harder this time, and any doubts I had evaporated like steam in the sauna. Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my belt, sliding under the waistband of my pants, and I was pretty sure I’d never been this turned on in my entire life.
I fumbled with the tie of her robe, my fingers trembling as I finally got it undone and pushed the fabric off her shoulders. She was naked underneath, her skin flushed and glowing from her shower, and I had to stop for a second to take her in.
“You’re beautiful.” My hands skimmed over her curves like I was memorizing every inch of her. She shivered under my touch as I traced the line of her hip with my thumb.
Her hands slid down to my waistband. “Stop talking and show me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kicked off my shoes and shoved my pants and boxer briefs down in one swift motion, stepping out of them before pulling her back into my arms. Her skin was hot against mine, and when she pressed herself against me, I groaned, my hands gripping her hips like I was afraid she’d disappear if I let go.
I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. She reached for me, pulling me down on top of her, and I kissed her like I was starving for her. Her hands roamed over my back, her nails digging into my skin as I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and to her chest. When I took one of her nipples into my mouth, she arched into me with a gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Evan.” The way she said my name in a half-desperate plea, half command sent electricity racing down my spine straight to my cock. “Please.” Her fingertips traced delicate patterns across my shoulders, the light touch a maddening contrast to the urgency in her voice.
I shifted, positioning myself between her legs, and she reached down to guide me to her entrance. I paused, looking up at her. “Are you sure? We need a condom.”
“Right. Condom. There’s some in the nightstand.”
I grabbed one and rolled it on, repositioning myself between her legs. “Ready?”
She nodded, her eyes dark with need. “Yes.”
I pushed into her slowly, but she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper.
“God, you feel amazing.” I groaned, my forehead resting against hers as I adjusted my position higher so each roll of my hips would hit her everywhere. I started to move, and her eyes nearly rolled back.
I was pretty sure I’d died and gone to heaven. “How’s this feel?” I shifted my angle slightly to hit that spot I knew would drive her wild. Her answering moan was all the confirmation I needed. I kept the pace slow and steady, focusing on her pleasure.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.” Her voice was a ragged whisper, sending heat down my spine.
I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not with her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my lower back, urging me on. I watched her, captivated by the flush spreading across her skin and the way her eyes fluttered closed as she got closer and closer to the edge.
When she finally came, her body squeezed around my cock and her nails scraped down my back. I exploded, my vision going white as I buried myself in her one last time, a low groan tearing from my throat.
We collapsed in a tangled heap, both of us breathing hard. I rolled onto my side, pulling her with me so she was tucked against my chest. She let out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“Was that a good enough demonstration?” I couldn’t stop the hint of playful smugness that crept into my tone. The way she’d responded to my touch and the way we’d moved together had exceeded even my most optimistic expectations. And I considered myself a pretty optimistic guy.
She laughed, tilting her head up to look at me. “Yeah, but I might need a refresher later. Just to be sure.”
“Anytime, Chef. Anytime.” I brushed a strand of damp hair away from her face, savoring how soft it felt against my fingertips.
A nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me how complicated this could get. The guys and I were already walking on eggshells around each other most days, and adding Tessa to the mix... well, that was like throwing a match into a powder keg. But watching her nestled against me, wearing that satisfied smile, I couldn’t bring myself to care about the potential fallout. Some things were worth the risk.