Free Taming His Tutor (Entangled Brazen) by Natalie Anderson Page B

about? Why the delay? I want to learn. I need to learn.”
    He nodded. “We need to work on the basics first.”
    “What’s more basic?” She wanted him so bad. How could he do this to her—parade his body, smile, tease and not physically fulfill? She was on edge. Aching. Needy.
    His eyes rested on her, his smile tight. “You’re really wound up.”
    She refused to answer. She was angry with him. She tried to pull back but his grip tightened. “You’re all talk, you know that?”
    “Talk is a good place to start, and you don’t talk enough,” he said. “Though you’re not bad with the flirty innuendo. Yesterday you set me on fire with your pole-dancing tease.”
    She shook her head. “It was too much, too soon.”
    “No.” He ran a finger around her lips. “Added to the eye contact and the dress, you had me hard in a heartbeat. Abbi, if it’s sex you want, you only have to show off your curves.”
    “It takes more than curves to please a guy.” She shook her head. “Once interest is lit, I still need to follow through.”
    He looked pensive.
    “I think getting the balance right between being assertive and being aggressive is difficult to master,” she said huskily.
    “I think you just need to be yourself. Be honest. Communicate your needs.”
    “That doesn’t work.” She lifted a hand in frustration. “I’m missing something. Technique.”
    “I don’t think it’s about tricks,” he said.
    She sighed. “So what is it then? And don’t you dare say ‘confidence’—all the articles say confidence and none explain how to acquire it.”
    “Okay, I won’t.”
    “And what if she’s shy?” Abbi asked, all the more irritated.
    “All she has to do is smile.”
    Only smile? That’s it? That was his brilliant advice for the day? Her first lesson better not be over already or she’d have to kill him.
    “It’s true.” He half laughed. “Your eyes—the way you’ve been watching me? Very good. Body language—the licking of your lips, the brushing back of your hair… all good.”
    That hadn’t been intentional. She hadn’t even been aware she was doing it.
    “You know,” he said softly, “the more sexually charged the atmosphere, the more chance of having multiple orgasms.”
    “And you would know this because?”
    He smiled. “So much of it is in the mind.”
    He was in her mind. But he liked the way she’d been watching him? She decided to look at him some more. She peered up at him from under her lashes. “Joe?” she whispered.
    “Quit it, you’re making this really hard for me.” He glared at her, his body rigid.
    The pleasure of triumph washed through her. “Good.”
    “Let’s get upstairs.” He swallowed. “But we’re not having sex. We’ll play, but not all the way this time. Vixens don’t give it all up on the first date.”
    Not having sex? What did he mean not having sex?
    “Leaving him wanting, building that anticipation—the atmosphere,” he said as he led the way. “That’ll seal it for you later.”
    “But wasn’t last night our first date?” she asked innocently as she followed him.
    He paused on the staircase and sent her a fierce look back. “You can try to make me change my mind if you like.”
    She’d never claimed she’d be a good vixen.
    They took the stairs to the next level—past the sign labeled Private , and to a big steel door. He took a key from his pocket and punched a code into the number pad on the wall beside the entrance.
    Then he opened it and stepped inside. He turned and looked at her from across the threshold. “Coming?”
    She took a couple of steps. He reached out and with a flick of his hand slammed the door shut behind her.
    All senses screaming, Abbi faced him.
    He held her gaze as he walked back toward her with that slow, confident gait. Within a couple of paces he reached her, his smile twisted, and to her surprise, he dropped to his knees.
    “Are you really ready for me?” he asked huskily.
    The sight of Joe