What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [53]
He awoke the next morning still in the harem room, still with Jenna cuddled against him. Damn, he must have been more tired than he’d thought. He guessed when the cleanup crew had peeked in to find them still there, they’d gone away, and he was glad. In all the evenings he’d spent in the sheik role, this was the first time he’d woken up the next day still amid the scattered pillows with a sexy harem girl in his arms.
“Morning,” she said, those blue eyes easing open.
“Morning,” he returned, trying not to put any particular emotion in his voice.
But then her arms looped around his neck and she proceeded to kiss him, and just like in the schoolroom, he couldn’t resist. So he kissed her back for a long, hot, pleasant minute, even lifting his palm to cradle one bare breast—but when the kisses ended and she smiled into his eyes, he knew he had to put a stop to this. Because she was looking sort of . . . romantic. And in some other setting, some other world, he might have been inclined to do the same, but he had to snap out of it. He was her guide, her tutor. That was it.
So he sat up, out of her grasp, and pulled his pants together in front while making small talk. “You should go get some more sleep,” he said, “since you’ll need to stay well rested for your upcoming fantasies.”
She sat up beside him. “Do I have any homework this time?”
He held in his smile. It didn’t surprise him to learn Jenna really was a good student—apparently, once she committed to something, even “sex school,” she intended to do a good job. And she was doing a very good job already. “Homework,” he said, pondering it. “Let’s keep this simple. I just want you to think about the various pleasures you experienced last night, and I want you to quit being aghast about it. You did admirably well—you were fucking amazing, actually—but we still have a long way to go and you need to be ready for it.”
Meeting her gaze, he could see his last words clearly concerned her a little. And maybe that was good, given the next fantasy he had slated for her.
“The next one won’t be so soft, sunshine. You should prepare yourself for that.”
Jenna lay stretched out on a wicker chaise on her balcony that afternoon, doing her homework, even if it was all in the mind. But what she kept coming back to was his warning. Not so soft? He’d thought the harem fantasy had been soft?
Well, she understood that in a way—all the female curves, the lulling music, the soft fabrics and equally soft touches—but it had been a lot to handle at once. So it hadn’t felt soft. Utterly seductive, maybe, but not soft. So what was coming tonight?
Although maybe she shouldn’t worry so much about what was coming as what had already been. Concentrate on your homework.
She still couldn’t quite believe she’d fooled around with other girls. Or let them fool around with her anyway—she hadn’t exactly taken an active role. Still, even Shannon had never done that—other than one drunken bump-and-grind fest with a stripper in New Orleans at Kevin’s prodding. Shannon had been red-faced telling her about it afterward, but had finally summed it up with, “What can I say? Something about it was really hot.”
Jenna had concluded that a drunk Shannon was not a great judge of what was hot—but now she got it, sort of. Probably far more than Shannon did, actually. There was a world of pleasures to be experienced out there, and many of them simply weren’t . . . traditional, not what anyone in her suburban neighborhood growing up had been raised to think was normal, by a long shot. But that didn’t mean it didn’t feel good. It had. And she supposed that here, at the Hotel Erotique, it was normal. Maybe Brent really did know exactly what she needed.
So as she peered out over the vast Caribbean waters in the distance, sparkling in the sunlight, she made herself a vow. Whatever was coming, she would take it. She wouldn’t use her safeword. Whatever sex Brent thrust upon her, she would endure it. For him. And even for herself. If she could do what she’d done