Instead, it seemed to throw him into a state of shock.
“Audrey,” he stammered, his eyes darting everywhere, then to me, then quickly to anywhere else but me. He was deliberately trying not to look, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. “What the bloody hell are you doing, girl?” He picked my dress up off the floor and brought it to me. “Put this on. Please. There aren’t curtains. The whole city can see you!”
I glanced behind him at the windows. We were too high for anyone to see in through the street, and the apartments across the way didn’t have the floor-to-ceiling glass that this unit had. It was unlikely anyone could see me from there either.
I took the dress from him anyway. Then tossed it over my shoulder to the ground. “I don’t care if everyone can see me. I only care if you see me.”
This made the color return to his face.
“And as for what I’m doing,” I continued, stepping toward him, but before I could say more he interrupted.
“If you have more to say then could you please do it from the couch? Which is over there. A safe distance from me.”
He muttered the last part so quietly that I wasn’t even sure I was supposed to hear it.
It made me smile. He really was quite adorable. “If it makes you more comfortable.” I shrugged.
“It does.”
“Well, then.” I didn’t mind humoring him. And torturing him simultaneously. I sat on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other, hoping the slow, seductive routine didn’t come off as clumsy and embarrassing. Just because I felt confident didn’t mean I knew what I was doing. Hence this entire kismet project.
Dylan immediately lined himself up between me and the window, using his body to make up for the lack of blinds.
See? Adorable.
“As you were saying,” he prompted.
“As I was saying.” I took a breath in and let it out. “Here’s the deal—I’ve had two serious boyfriends in my life. Two men that I’ve had sex with, and I didn’t sleep with either of them until we’d said the L word. Which is to say, I don’t do this. Ever.”
“Mm hmm.” His arms were crossed over his chest and he nodded furiously, as though urging me to go on.
So I did. “With both of them the sex was blah.”
“Right. You didn’t find either of them compatible. Yes, yes. You told me this last night. I remember. How exactly does this lead to you standing naked in my flat?”
“Not your flat yet, Dylan,” I teased. “And not naked. I have lingerie on. Purchased just for you.” I uncrossed my legs, stretched them out in front of me, and leaned back on my palms so he could have the best view of my ensemble. “Do you like?”
“I, uh.” He cleared his throat. “I do like. Very much.”
The piercing gaze he hit me with made my heart trip and my skin prickle with goosebumps.
“But that doesn’t explain the, um…” He gestured toward me with his entire hand. “This.”
I chuckled. “I’m getting there. I was getting there last night, too, just, your lips became a distraction.” Maybe I’d gone over the top in the flirtation department, but it didn’t make the statement any less true. Besides, it was worth it to see the color in his cheeks deepen and the crotch of his pants expand while he let himself remember our kiss.
It was especially worth it because of how much his pants expanded. Dang, that man was hung.
After a distracted beat, I went on. “Anyway. After my last breakup, I decided that I needed to get the sex ed out of the way before I settle down. So. Isn’t it kismet that I met you? An experienced man who is only interested in banging? Wouldn’t you like to bang me now? Show me how it’s done?”
He inhaled sharply then clutched his chest with one hand, wiping at his forehead with the other as he fell back against the glass behind him.
I stood up, panicked. “Dylan! Are you okay? Are you having a heart attack?” I rushed to him, but he waved me away and stumbled toward the couch.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. As long as you stay there, several feet from me, I’m fine.”
Not his heart, then, but a good old-fashioned panic attack.
I gave him a lazy grin. “How many feet away? Like is this too close?” I stepped predatorily near him. “Or how about this?” Another step.
“It’s all too close. All of it. You and me in this same flat is too close.” He circled around the sofa, backing away from me as though I were a demon about to put a hex on him.
“Why ever would you say that?” I asked innocently, following every step he took. “If anything, I’d say we aren’t close enough.”
“No, no, no. This is not appropriate. This shouldn’t be happening. You should have your clothes on, for God’s sake. I shouldn’t have even allowed you to come here.”
His rant felt directed more to himself than to me, but I continued to engage. “That’s a terrible thing to say! Aren’t we having fun together? The whole ‘daddy’ game with your realtor? That was a good time, wasn’t it?”
He laughed incredulously as he rounded back to the front of the couch, one arm held out before himself as if to ward me off. “A good time is not the term I’d... Okay, yes, it was a fun bluff, but... Your sister is an employee in my firm! You are twenty years my junior!”
“Is it really twenty?” I’d told him my age, but he hadn’t mentioned his to me. Sabrina hadn’t even been certain. Not that it mattered. The important thing was that we were attracted to each other. That we had chemistry. And we definitely had that, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“Yes, I’m sure. Or, it’s nearly twenty. Nineteen, to be precise.”
“Nineteen.” I thought about that for a minute, growing more comfortable with the idea by the moment. “That’s kind of hot, isn’t it? That a woman that you’re interested in who is nineteen years your junior is throwing herself at you? Begging you to teach her a thing or two. Or seven.”
I’d closed in on him while I was talking, trapping him against the armchair. He didn’t realize until he’d tripped and fell backward into the seat, but he’d only caught the edge in his fall and immediately slipped to the ground.
And I slipped right into his lap.
I spread my legs, straddling him the way I had the night before. His breath came fast, but even, and his skin was hot to the touch as I swept my finger across his forehead, brushing away the hair that had fallen there. He locked his eyes on mine, the pupils darkening as they lingered in his stare.
“I’m supposing you don’t need CPR,” I teased. I was terrible, but he was too easy.
His gaze narrowed. “My heart is fine. It’s my morals that I’m struggling with.”
“Because I’m so young? Because of Sabrina?”
“Yes. Even if we can ignore that I’m your sister’s superior I am definitely old enough to be…” He shook his head, unable to finish the sentence.
“My father? I told you I thought that was hot. Are you going to tell me it doesn’t interest you at all?”
He didn’t answer but swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the action.
“Because I won’t believe you if you do. There’s definitive proof to the contrary.”
He scowled even as I could feel his body relaxing underneath me. “What proof?”
“This bad boy.” I ground my hips, rubbing against his erection, nearly moaning from the thickness of it.
“There’s a near-naked beautiful woman sitting on him. He can’t help himself. He has a mind of his own and is not always in agreement with my decisions.” Contrary to his words, he stroked a single finger up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.
Even this...even just the deliberate way he touched me was more experienced than the men I’d been with. Boys, really, fumbling to get their cock inside me without any sort of prelude. My dirty professor was a man. Someone who knew exactly what to do with a woman. Who could show me how to handle him in return.
“He perked up long before I was sitting on him,” I said, tilting my hips again.
This time he was the one to shudder. “You noticed that then?”