“Want to play a game?”
Her brow shot up. “What kind of game? Pin the dick in the Zoe?” She spread her arms wide. “Whack a hole?” She turned red but kept going. “Dick, dick, goose?”
I laughed. A deep belly laugh that caused tears to spring from my eyes. Too fucking adorable. When I could finally speak, I said, “As much fun as all those games sound, I’m thinking we need to give our sexual organs a rest.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Sexual organs?” She said it in a staid British accent that made me realize just how proper I’d sounded. “Here now, old boy, I shan’t have my sexual organs resting now, shan’t I? I’m quite liking getting snogged and stuffed. In fact, sexual intercourse is the bee’s knees.”
I covered my eyes with my hand, letting out a long groan. What a goofball.
“Stuffed? Did you seriously say stuffed?”
She lifted her nose in the air. “Why, certainly, old chap.”
“Would you please stop calling me old?”
She laughed. “Just callin’ it like I sees it.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I think you sound more like a New Yorker now.”
She shrugged and did a little hip swirl that would have made any stripper run in shame. “Love has only one language. A universal language, so the accent doesn’t matter, don’t ya think?”
My cock pulsed, and I reminded myself that I was not going to have sex. This was just playing. Games. Fun. “Do that again?”
A little smile curved her lips, and oh shit, I knew I was in trouble. Lifting her hands above her head, she swirled her hips again. “This?” She did it again and blood drained from my head. She rolled them even slower, this time pushing her breasts together with her hands.
Jesus Lord.
As I watched… panted… drooled, she stepped closer to me, grabbed a handful of my shirt. Closer she moved, her legs parting until she straddled my thigh and then… winced.
The expression of pain brought me back to my senses. I stuck out a finger, pointing directly at her nose. “See? You’re sore. I’m sore. We need to do something besides have sex.”
She curled her hand around my wrist, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lower lip. “Well, Mr. Pre-Med. Isn’t there a cure for what’s ailing us?”
Fuck. She was sexy. There was an innate sexual energy living inside her. Every look. Every gesture was pure sex. She might have been innocent, but sin lurked under her skin.
I almost thought… just like her mother, but that would have been wrong on many levels. No. She wasn’t like her mother. Not in any way that mattered. She wasn’t casual about sex. What we had was special. She was loosening up, trusting me. I simply pulled this side of her out. I gave her the key to discover her sensuality. Gave her the space to find comfort and confidence in it.
And damn.
Even though her cheeks were still pink, she was growing comfortable with her role as seductress. I was glad. It was an honor to witness this beautiful flower bloom.
“Monopoly?”
Zoe raised a brow. “Monopoly is the cure?”
I cleared my throat. “Or Pictionary. Um…” I racked my brain, trying to remember all the games in the boxes, but it was hard to remember when Zoe took my still extended finger into her mouth.
“I know a game,” she said, kissing my knuckles now, turning my hand over to run her tongue over the lifeline on my palm.
“Sit and spin?” I guessed, a shiver running through me as she scraped her teeth over the sensitive pad of my thumb. The only question would be if she would sit on my cock or my face. Either worked for me.
We would just have to wait to not have sex until tomorrow.
I reached for her, and she grinned as I hauled her against my chest, grabbing her ass to pull her tighter against my erection. “I knew I could make you succumb to my will.”
We both winced as I rubbed us together. I laughed and let her go, leaning down to rest my forehead on hers. “As much as it’s killing me right now, we really need to give ourselves a day of rest.”
She pouted. “You’re right. I am sore, but I…” Her eyes widened. “I have an idea.”
By the way she laughed, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. “Dare I ask?”
She pulled away, keeping our hands linked but putting space between us. “Embarrassing but true story. A couple years ago, I began to take yoga classes, then began really exploring alternative ways of living.” She licked her lips, turning a little pink again. “As you know, I had kind of planned on being nunnish. Not live in a convent nun, but I wasn’t allowing anyone close enough to me for…” She smiled. “For what we do together.”
I smiled back. “Thank you for letting me get that close.”
“Anyway, I took this really cool class about Tantra.” The confusion must have been evident on my face because she went on quickly. “Even though I didn’t want to have sex with anyone, I wanted to still appreciate my, um, sexuality. To be fully aware of myself as a woman.”
My cock went from half-mast to full granite in an instant. The thought of Zoe Meadows masturbating drained every drop of blood from my brain.
She laughed, turning pinker. “It’s not exactly what you’re thinking. For me, I knew I was placing sex behind a wall, but I didn’t want to become…” She sighed. “An ice queen.”
“You’re not an ice queen.”
Her expression turned sad. “You’re the only man who doesn’t think so. The only man I’ve allowed in… because I wanted to let him in.”
I understood, and I wanted to take the sadness in her eyes away. “So what exactly did you learn in Tantra class?”
She brightened, and it was like the sun had come out from behind a cloud. “Are you willing to let me show you?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tell her no about anything.
She smiled and inhaled a long breath. “So… I took this class, and the instructor had us do simple exercises that helped me reconnect with my feelings. I’d totally shut myself down because I thought it would be better to feel nothing than to be tempted by sex or the promise of intimacy, or whatever. The instructor was really good and didn’t judge me based on my mother. And she understood where I was coming from. She told me that if I wasn’t careful, I would lock the door on my sexuality and become numb.”
“And tantra helped you open the door?”
She shrugged her shoulders all the way to her ears. “Not open the door exactly. Until you, I didn’t even let it open a crack. But it gave me the key that would allow me to open it if I wanted. I didn’t have to be numb. I had some element of control. And control was nice.”
Confusion must have been plastered all over my face. “I’d love for you to show me how.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Hands on.”
She laughed. “Okay, but there are a couple of conditions.”
“All right. What conditions?”
“Because we are both sore, this can’t lead to sex.”
My dick pulsed, attempting to let me know that it didn’t approve. “I accept that. No sex until tomorrow at the earliest. What’s the other condition?”
She narrowed her eyes. “No laughing.”