Free Willow Smoke by Adriana Kraft Page B

he would not have waited for her to come to him.
    He sighed in recognition of her vulnerability. Knocking on his door must have taken
a lot of guts. Make a woman of her? Did that mean? His stomach lurched. Holy shit!
    “What? I thought...You mean you’re a...” Why the hell couldn’t he complete a sentence? Her full lips turned up slightly. Goddamn, that overbite had to be
one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen on a woman. It wasn’t obvious until she smiled a little; it was obvious now and he felt himself drowning in her aura.
    “I never said there were
other men,” Daisy said, softly. “You assumed because Iwas raised
on the streets that I was wise in such matters. I had a grandmother who taught
me how to take care of myself. You will be the first.”
    “But.” Nick frowned. “You
can’t just walk into my room and make such a decision.”
    Chuckling, Daisy moved a step closer to the bed. “Trust me. This is no snap decision. I’ve been waiting for someone like you for some time now. I’ve been ready, but I wanted the right man. This should be done right, you know.”
    Nick arched an eyebrow. “Right? Doesn’t that require some romance, some wining and dining, some dancing back and forth?” He stopped talking. They had done plenty of dancing back and forth. At least, he had. Did she have any doubts? “And how do you know what is right?”
    “I’ve spent the last year watching educational videos. They’ve got good material on positions, oral sex, games, advanced positions. They answer just about every question that one can think of. And I’ve been doing a lot of reading.”
    “Videos! Books!” Nick gasped for breath. “You mean you’ve boned up, so to speak, on sex, and now you want to experience how it’s actually done.”
    Daisy nodded. “Sort of.
It’s a matter of time. And I wanted to select who and when. Don’t you want me?”
    Nick steeled himself trying not to respond to the whimper in her voice. “Damn, kid, you’ve had me tied up in knots for weeks; it’s not that I don’t want you. Son of a bitch. But why me? What do you really want?”
    Daisy’s nostrils flared.
“I’m not looking formarriage, if
that’s what’s concerning you. I want an experienced man to make me a woman. I want a man I can trust. You’re gentle, experienced, and I trust you. Isn’t that enough?”
    Nick got up and headed to the refrigerator. He didn’t give a damn if she did see his erection. Maybe it would scare her back into her own bed. He sighed, reaching for the Chardonnay. Be honest with yourself, Underwood. She’d crush your ego if she retreated
now.
    “Okay,” Nick said, uncorking the bottle and reaching for two glasses. “Give me a little time. This is all coming pretty fast and hard,
kid. I’ve desired you from the moment I saw you talking to Blaze. You
were nearly as sexy then with straw in your hair as you are now in those adorable horse slippers.
    “Come on. Join me for a
drink. There’s time. That’s one of the things you learn with age and experience. There’s time; we don’t have to rush.” Nick took her hand and pulled her close.
     
    - o -
     
    Daisy floated. The chilled wine bottle, cold against her back, sent shivers down her spine, but that wasn’t the only reason
she trembled. His lips had settled on hers and she responded eagerly. His hard arousal pressed against her crotch. He
moaned her name. Her heart stopped. She’d worried that he wouldn’t want her; she didn’t have to worry about that
anymore.
    His tongue worked her lips apart, moving in to explore. It tickled the roof of her mouth; she used her own tongue to play
with his. He withdrew; she was bereft. And then he drew her tongue deep into his mouth. He suckled her like a new born foal suckled its mother. Daisy’s eyes sprang open. He was watching her. His eyes smiled.
    Nick withdrew from the
embrace. After placing the bottle and glasses on a small round table, Nick said gruffly, “The wine can wait.