Free Heaven With You by Rebecca Julia Lauren Page B

smirked. “Trust me that’s a tall order to fill.”
    “You know one of my secrets. Are you going to share any of yours?”
    “One of your secrets? There’s more?” I asked eagerly.
    “It’s your turn,” he returned.
    I considered making something up so that I wouldn’t humiliate myself any further in front of this man, but he’d trusted me and I couldn’t lie to him. “I’m not good at sex. I’d have to have someone that wouldn’t mind if I’m not that into it.”
    I’d shocked him again. I felt his scorching gaze on me but couldn’t look at him. “Stop looking at me like that.”
    “Like what?” he replied gently.
    “Like there’s something wrong with me.” I hated the vulnerability in my voice.
    “I’m not judging you.”
    The sincerity in his voice pulled my eyes to his. “I have no doubt that it will be easier for me to find someone for you. If you want to forget this whole thing, it’s fine. I know sex is important to most men, right?”
    “That’s true.”
    “It’s important to you?”
    “Yes,” he replied carefully.
    I glanced away. “Does it matter if the woman you’re with doesn’t like it?”
    “It matters.” He reached out and gently tugged on a strand of my hair. “This won’t be an issue when you’re with the right guy.”
    “Maybe,” I conceded, but I didn’t really believe he was right.
    “Is it just sex you’re not into or is it all of the stuff that leads up to sex?”
    I blinked, his words softly brushing my skin, not exactly sure what he was asking.  
    “Isabelle, I’m talking about foreplay, do you like that?”
    My stomach dipped. “I don’t know.”
    “Do you like to be touched?”
    His leg brushed mine and I trembled. Reaching out, he picked up my hand and cradled it in his own. I nodded. I liked it when Hunter touched me.
    “How about kissing? Do you like to be kissed?”
    The question kindled a fire in my lower bed and I shifted. His eyes fastened on my mouth. It was difficult to think with his thumb stroking little patterns on my hand and making me feel things I’d never felt before.
    I inhaled a ragged breath. Hunter was watching me, waiting for my answer. If I said yes, would he kiss me? My body felt strange, hot and alive, but achy and unsatisfied. Pressing my thighs together, I shifted again but still felt unsettled.
    Raising my hand to his mouth, he brought it to his lips and I felt his breath tickle my skin just before he pressed a kiss inside my palm. My sharp intake of breath drew his attention and for the first time ever I saw something in his eyes that looked like hunger.
    I moved slightly and my breasts brushed his arm. I gasped. My nipples were hard and the light touch was almost painful. His gaze dipped to my breasts several seconds before returning to my eyes. God, I wanted him to touch me and kiss me, everywhere. The thought brought a visual of Hunter and I, naked and tangled in each other’s arms, and I suddenly wanted that more than anything.
    “Tell me what you’re feeling, Izzy.”
    My throat was dry, but still I managed to speak. “I want you to touch me and kiss me, Hunter.”
    He sucked in a breath, his body tense and his eyes dark. “I can’t,” he said softly, pulling his hand from mine.
    “Why not?”
    “I’ve already done too much. I’m not taking advantage of you.”
    “We haven’t done anything.”
    “My God, you’re innocent. It’s called foreplay, Isabelle, and you and I have been doing it almost since we got here.”
    Frowning, I shook my head. “You’ve hardly touched me.”
    His gaze raked over me, pausing on my breasts before he locked eyes with me. “You’re turned on. What you’re feeling now is what you should feel every time a man makes love to you.”
    “You did this to prove a point.” I felt tears sting the backs of my eyes, but I forced myself to take a deep breath and calm down. I was not going to get upset in front of him. Hopping up, I turned my back to him.
    I heard him move,