13. Juniper #2
“I have,” I managed to say, then added, “by myself, though. Never with anyone else. I’ve never…”
“That’s okay,” he said. “Do you know what men like?”
“I’m guessing you’re gonna tell me,” I said.
“They like direct action. No beating around the bush. They want a woman to tell them exactly what they want, to show them what they want.” He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed lightly.
Heat pulsed between my legs as my body reacted to his words, his touch. The room was pleasantly warm, yet I trembled.
“Do you still want me to show you everything?” Levi asked, his breath brushing over my ear as he leaned closer to me.
With every second that ticked away, my conscious mind slipped further from my control.
My subconscious rose to take over, elbowing aside my worries and my desire to hesitate.
It wanted this, wanted it in a way I never really understood.
I imagined everything Levi might do to me.
In that flash, he was no longer the unforgiving teacher, the stoic and intimidating alpha.
Now, he’d become sex incarnate, surging and boiling with testosterone and desire.
Forcing myself not to gasp, I nodded once. “Everything.”
He licked his lips and leaned a bit closer, pressing his lips to my neck.
I shuddered as his tongue flicked over my skin.
All coherent thought vanished as heat pooled low in my belly, and I squeezed my thighs together.
Was this really happening? I inhaled, and his manly musk made my head spin.
His fingers continued to knead the muscles of my thigh gently.
Driven by years of suppressed sexual need, I put my hand on his shoulder as he sucked on my neck.
When he pulled away, I groaned in disappointment. He brushed his thumb over my lip. “What would you do now?” he whispered. “If you wanted to seduce someone. What would you do?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but instead, I lunged forward, pressing my mouth to his.
Levi’s lips parted, his tongue sliding out to caress my own.
This was not the chaste and soft kiss we’d shared in the woods all those years ago.
This was hungry and full of need. In a flash, our relationship changed, morphed into something more.
All thoughts of shifting, of home, of Anders vanished. I wanted Levi. I needed Levi.
When he pulled away, I curled my hand into the fabric of his shirt, my breath leaving me in short bursts.
“Slow down,” he murmured as he slipped his hand under my shirt, his knuckles gliding over the soft flesh of my stomach, below my belly button. Another involuntary shiver passed through me. “Sometimes it’s better if you go slow.”
“I don’t think I can,” I muttered.
“I’ll show you.” He slid his hand higher. “Are we still good? Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes.” His fingers slid higher still. “God, yes.”
I wasn’t wearing a bra—the two I’d packed were dirty—so his fingers grazed the underside of my breast. I moaned at the touch and rubbed my legs together, desperate for friction.
“Look at me,” Levi urged.
My gaze locked on him as he cupped my breast, his thumb whispering over my nipple.
“Oh shit,” I moaned.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, applying a little more pressure.
“Yes,” I breathed. I was so turned on, so out of my mind with desire, that I put my free hand between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit through the fabric of my pants.
“No,” he said, glancing down. “Not yet, that’s my job.”
I whimpered as I pulled my hand away. I’d never wanted a man so much. With how horny I was, I’d have done anything he said. Literally anything. I wasn’t sure whether it was simply my inexperience, or if he was really that good with his hand, but I yearned to find out everything he could do.
He unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open.
The air kissed my skin, sending gooseflesh across my chest. My nipples were so hard they ached.
I wanted his mouth on them, I wanted him to lick and suck until I was screaming in ecstasy, but I was still too nervous to say all that out loud.
Instead, I arched my back, pressing my chest forward, hoping he’d get the message.
He did. Smiling slyly, he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth. I swear to God, I nearly came from that alone. I moaned as his tongue swirled across my flesh. When his teeth grazed me, I let out a tiny gasp of shock. God, it felt so good.
Levi trailed kisses up my chest, my neck, my jaw, until his lips were on mine again, fervent and full of desire.
His hands ghosted lower over my body, and when they settled on the buttons of my pants, excitement and anticipation coursed through me.
I wanted his fingers on me, in me. I wanted his tongue to drive me to the highest peak.
I wanted him inside me. I couldn’t understand this sudden, intense craving for him.
Just this morning, we’d been friends and nothing more.
I’d assumed his instruction on how to seduce a man would be more like a discussion. Thank God that wasn’t the case.
He broke the kiss as he unbuttoned my pants and slid his hand into my underwear. I sucked in a breath as his fingers slid over me, then circled my clit.
“Did I do a good job?” he asked, leaning in close. “Have I seduced you?”
In answer, I put my hand on top of his and pressed his fingers into me. Unable to speak, I looked at him as he thrust his fingers in and out of me.
“Let’s see how good you can be for me.”