Sex Ed
by Myla Jackson
SEX ED
Myla Jackson
Copyright © Myla Jackson 2011
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Chapter One
Edward Judson slapped his dusty cowboy hat against his leg as he led his black gelding into the barn. The sun baked the weathered boards of the exterior, while the interior remained relatively cool. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the shadows. "I traded that stock yesterday, made enough to pay off my land and put a hefty chunk of cash down on a house."
"Good move." Grant Fowler slung a leg over the pinto mare and dropped to the ground.
Ed owed Grant a lot for teaching him everything he knew about trading shares on the stock market. The man owned a 5,000-acre ranch for a reason. Not because he was good at raising horses, but because he was damned good at managing money.
"You don’t need my advice anymore, Ed," Grant said. "You could go into financial planning yourself with a few courses for certification."
"Not interested." Ed had just begun to understand the stock market's full potential and seeing the fruits of his trades pay off. But he didn't need a lot of money, just enough for his own purposes.
"You gonna work training horses for other people like me the rest of your life?"
"Nope." Ed grinned. "Not that I don’t appreciate the work and all, but I got plans of my own."
"Whatcha gonna do with two hundred acres, Ed?"
"Get married someday, settle down, raise a family and some horses. It’s what I’m good at." He shifted his boots in the loose dirt of the barn floor. "The horses part."
"You’re good at day-trading, dude."
"I’ll do that on the side so that I can afford my horses too."
Grant shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Okay, I get it. Can’t say that I blame you. At least when you’re trading for yourself, you don’t have the responsibility of other people’s money hanging over you."
"You hit the nail on the head."
"So how is babysitting Connor Mason’s sister? Saw her at the Ugly Stick Saloon last night." Grant whistled. "Looks to me like you got yourself a hot little handful in that one."
Ed’s muscles tightened, his pulse kicking up a notch as he stepped around the end of the stall. "What do you mean?"
Grant held up his hands. "Nothing, buddy. Not a thing. Just that she’s a pretty girl."
"Yeah and every man in the building was drooling over her. I get it. Don’t add to the crowd, will ya?" He should never have offered to look out for Kendall Mason. Especially now that she was over twenty-one and legal in every way. As far as Ed was concerned, her body should be considered a class-one felony.
Every time he looked at her, he wanted to commit all kinds of lewd and lascivious acts. With two hard pulls, he yanked the leather strap from the girth around the horse’s belly and let it fall, swinging to the other side.
Grant leaned on his saddle, apparently in no hurry whatsoever to groom his own horse or end the current conversation. "I don’t see how you do it."
"Do what?" As far as Ed was concerned, Grant talked too much. If he wasn’t the boss, he’d probably tell him so. Hell, he might anyway.
"I don’t know how you can keep your hands off her."
For the past six months, Ed had been fighting that very urge. "Grant, you talk too much." His hands ached to get hold of Kendall and touch her in ways that had nothing to do with brotherly love.
Grant laughed out loud, then continued to rub it in.
Much to Ed‘s agony.
"With that body and those boobs, the temptation would kill me."
"Resist, or I might just have to kill you. And I’d hate to lose my job because I killed the boss." Ed tossed the saddle onto a nearby saddle rack and grabbed a brush from the shelf, eager to get the task done and get home.
When Grant made no move to remove his horse’s saddle, it was all Ed could do not to throw the brush at the man. With quick, calming strokes, Ed curried his gelding, refusing to respond to any other conversation from Grant.
"Okay, okay, I get the hint." Grant finally turned toward his saddle and removed the strap around the horse’s belly. "I’m just saying you’re a better man than I am."
Ed snorted. As he ran the brush over the horse’s hindquarters, his cell phone vibrated his back pocket. He pulled it out and clicked the talk button. "Yeah."
"Ed?"
Every red blood cell leaped to attention at the sound of Kendall’s voice. Then they all sped south to pool in his groin. Grant had it right. Keeping his hands off Kendall was only half his problem. Keeping his mind off her had become an impossibility.
"What do you need Kendall?"
"When are you coming home? I have a project I need your help on."
"I’m not much good with school projects. Get one of your classmates to help you out."
"I would, but I’d rather you help me on this one. It’s special and you’re my best choice," her breath whooshed out slowly before she continued, "the only man I trust."
Ed sucked in a deep breath, his imagination running rampant over the close quarters they’d be working in. He couldn’t do it. No way. Just tell her. "I’ll be home in fifteen minutes."
"Oh, good. I’ll be waiting," she whispered into his ear, and the phone went silent.
Ed had a good start on a full-blown erection by the time he climbed into his truck and turned it toward Temptation, Texas, the little backwater town he’d been born and raised in.
The short ride home from the Rockin’ G Ranch wasn’t nearly long enough to cool the heat building in his loins. Tomorrow, he’d start looking for a different place to live. He’d planned on living in the apartment below Kendall’s until he had his own house built, but the way things were going, the way he felt about his best friend’s little sister…He couldn’t last much longer without doing something stupid.
As he turned onto the street where the old Ross house stood, a convertible backed out of the driveway he shared with the other two occupants. A muscular, bare-chested young man smiled and waved as he passed by with the top down, his long, bright blond hair blowing in the breeze.
His fingers tightened on the steering wheel and a frown settled between Ed’s brows. Who the hell was that leaving the house he shared with Kendall and Lacey? Better be one of Lacey’s conquests. She was old enough to manage her own affairs. Kendall, on the other hand, had barely been twenty-one for a few weeks. She’d better not be messing around on Ed’s watch.
As he shifted into park, he glanced up at the window to Kendall’s apartment. The blinds were open and Kendall stood with her side to the window, wearing nothing but a thin, lace bra and thong panties. She turned her back to the window and unclipped the bra, letting it fall down over her arms to the floor.
She might as well be naked—the thin strap of the thong cutting a line between her butt cheeks hid nothing.
Ed moaned, his cock twitched, and blood rushed in to make it swell behind his zipper. He forced anger to follow the powerful rush of lust. Did the girl have so little sense as to leave her window wide open so that any peeping Tom could look in?
With the storm of lust and righteous anger driving him forward, Ed leaped out of the car, passed the door to his apartment on the first floor and took the steps two at a time to the upper apartment where Kendall lived. He hammered on the door until Kendall flung it open.
"Oh, Ed." She cupped her hands over her naked breasts, like that did anything to hide their beautiful, lush fullness from Ed’s vision. "Where’s the fire?"
Ed pushed past her and marched to the window on the other side of the apartment, yanking the string on the shade so hard, the shade popped out of its slot and clattered to the floor.
Kendall giggled behind him, her eyes going wide when Ed glared.
He gathered the shade from the floor, fit the ends into the slot and lowered it with more precision and care this time. When he was done, he faced Kendall, and breathed a sigh to find her clutching a shirt to her chest. "Don’t undress in front of the window. I thought your mother taught you better than that."
"There’s not anyone on this street who’d care but Old Man Frantzen." She tossed her hair. "I’m sure he’s so blind he couldn’t see that far anyway."
Ed jerked his thumb toward the window. "You never know what perverts are lurking out there looking for an eyeful. And honey, you were giving an eyeful and then some."
Her eyelids closed to half-mast and she sidled close. "Perverts? Hum…sounds interesting." Slim fingers climbed up his chest and the shirt she held slipped lower, letting one perky nipple peek through.
Ed reached out and lifted the shirt to cover her flesh, realizing his mistake as soon as the backs of his fingers brushed over her naked skin. Stifling a groan, he jumped back. "Just close the blinds before you strip, will ya?"
"Yes, sir!" Kendall popped a salute.
That pesky shirt slipped down again to expose the other pretty breast.
A moan escaped Ed's throat and he dove for the door.
***
Kendall stood at her door as Ed beat a hasty retreat down the steps to his apartment. No sooner had his door slammed than Lacey's door opened across the hall from Kendall.
"Well?" Lacey pushed Kendall into her apartment and closed the door behind her. "How'd it go?"
"I don't know." Kendall frowned. "He came in all angry and left like a cat with his tail on fire."
Lacey's face split in a grin. "Did you show him some boobs?"
Heat flooded Kendall’s cheeks. She held her tank top in front of her like she had positioned it for Ed. "I did this side first." She switched to let the other side be exposed. "I did this side and when he answered the door, all I had was this." She dropped the shirt altogether and covered her breasts with her hands.
"Did he touch them?"
"Yes, and no." Kendall’s chest rose and fell on a heartfelt sigh. "Only to cover them."
"Did he mention Cory leaving with his shirt off?"
"Not a word." Kendal dropped onto the sofa. "What am I doing wrong?"
Lacey laughed out loud. "Honey, you did it all right."
"Then why isn't he taking the hint?"
"Oh, he took it all right. I'll bet he's taking a really cold shower right now. Shh. Listen." Lacey cupped her fingers around her ear, a smile curling the corners of her lips. "Yup, he's in the shower." She clapped her hands together. "Now, as soon as the water shuts off, be at his door ready to launch Plan B."
"I don't know. He didn't seem too excited by the idea of me being naked."
"Of course, he isn't excited by the idea of you getting naked with anyone else. I take it he closed the blinds based on the noise I heard a minute ago?" She stood with her arms crossed.
"Yeah, so?" Kendall shrugged. "My brother would have done the same. Face it, the man has a brother complex. He can't touch me because he thinks of me as his kid sister."
"Then your job is to show him you're neither his sister, nor a kid."
The pipes clanked in the wall beside Kendall, indicating the shower had been turned off below. Kendall dragged in a deep breath and let it slowly in an attempt to slow her pulse. It didn’t work.
Lacey's mouth set in a firm line. "That's your cue." She herded Kendall to the door, grabbing the tank top from the floor. "Don't be too obvious too fast, it tends to scare men off. Remember Plan B. Make him think you're after someone else. Make him jealous enough to cross the brother line. Trust me, there will be no returning."
Lacey practically shoved her down the stairs.
Halfway down, Kendall got cold feet. Really cold feet. Okay, so the cool wood against her bare feet felt good compared to the heat rising up her neck into her face. She couldn't do this. She'd never been this forward in her entire life, always playing the good girl, refusing to give her brother any trouble after he'd taken on the huge responsibility of raising her when their parents had died in a car crash. Having just graduated high school, he'd barely been able to tie his own shoelaces and he'd never tied hers.
But Connor learned and attended the small college in town while showing up at all of her school events, shuttling her to and from soccer practice like any other soccer mom. He'd grown up before he'd had a chance to be a kid.
Kendall made life as easy on him as possible. She understood the sacrifice he'd made by giving up a scholarship to the University of Texas to stay home and care for his kid sister.
As soon as she graduated and was safely accepted to the local college, he'd gotten his commission into the U.S. Army and left Temptation, Texas. He'd only agreed to go on the condition his best friend would look out for his little sister.
Therein lay the problem. Some of the reasons for which Kendall had fallen in love with Ed were the same reasons he wouldn't look at her as other than Connor's little sister. He was loyal to his friends, protective to a fault, and he kept his word no matter what. And four years later, he was no different. Connor had managed to miss being deployed for the first three of Kendall's college years, but now he was deployed and Kendall was about to graduate. If she was going to get Ed to notice her, it had to be soon.
She'd hoped when she turned twenty-one, Ed would start seeing her as a grown woman, not a kid sister. Two months had passed since her birthday and nothing had changed. After a come-to-Temptation meeting with her best friend, Lacey, she'd made the decision to take matters into her own hands and push the issue.
Thus Plan A of Operation Sex Ed. Let him see what he's missing.
Kendall still wasn't all that sure that standing practically naked in the window had done the trick. Ed had reacted just like Ed always reacted, all protective and big-brotherly.
Enter Plan B.
Kendall stood in front of Ed's door, her hand poised over the wood. "I can't do this."
From above, Lacey called out, "Yes. You. Can."
Kendall jumped and knocked on the door before she could change her mind. As she waited for Ed to answer, she realized she was still naked and carrying the tank top. Her heart palpitated as she shoved her arms through the shirt. She'd just pulled it down over her breasts when Ed jerked open the door.
He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his middle, his hair and body dripping from his recent shower.
Desire slammed into her belly, spreading like wildfire, frying every brain cell to a crisp. For a moment, she couldn’t remember why she’d come down the stairs, then Lacey’s words echoed in her head. Remember Plan B. Smoothing the panic out of her face and voice, she smiled up at him. "Got a minute?" Without waiting for a response, she waltzed past him, inhaling the fresh scent of soap and Ed. As she sidled by, she swung her hips in such a manner as to invite just about any hot-blooded male to rutting season with a grown woman, not a little girl. She'd purposely not pulled her shirt over her rear, leaving her naked ass exposed to his view. The thong between her butt cheeks didn't count for anything.
"Got any clothes?" Ed asked, searching the hallway before he closed the door, turned and leaned on it. "Please tell me you don't run around like that in front of the kid that left as I was getting home?"
"Cory?" She faced Ed, twisting the hem of her tank top, drawing it up enough Ed could see the triangle of black lace that was the bulk of material in the thong panties. "He likes it when I dress like this." She stood straighter, her unbound breasts naturally jutting forward. "I didn't come to talk about Cory, I came to ask for your help."
"My help?" Ed glanced down at his towel. "Could it wait until I'm dressed?"
Kendall shrugged, her lips twisting in a teasing smile. "Dressed or undressed doesn't matter to me. I need lessons, and I can't think of anyone that I trust as much as I trust you to teach me."
"Exactly what kind of lessons did you have in mind?" Ed pushed away from the door and strode through the living room to the bedroom.
Kendall had to resist the urge to grab the towel and yank it loose. Her blood raced through her veins, molten hot for the man, and he wasn't aware she existed as anything other than Connor's sister. Why was fate so cruel?
She followed him, standing in the doorway of his bedroom, imagining lying naked in his bed, making mad passionate love. An ache built in her core, fortifying her determination to make Operation Sex Ed work.
Ed reached into his closet for a pair of jeans.
Kendall launched Plan B. "I need lessons on how to attract a man."
He spun to face her, dropping the jeans to the floor. His towel slipped and he barely caught it before it ended up with the jeans around his ankles. "What?"
Her gaze swept over his thick thighs and narrow hips, her pulse pounding in the vein at the base of her throat. "I want lessons on how to attract a man," she repeated more slowly, as if speaking to someone with limited faculties.
"I heard what you said, but what are you talking about?" He clutched his towel in front of him, the effect displaying a significant amount of leg, thigh, hips and groin.
Kendall licked her lips, her gaze fixed on the position still covered by the towel, willing Ed to expose even more. Her pussy creamed at the mere thought of seeing his cock. How would it be to hold it in her hands? Kendall’s breath caught in her throat. In an attempt to concentrate, she pulled her glance up to his face. "I think I'm in love with a guy, but he doesn't have a clue I exist. I want you to help me attract his attention."
"Aren't you a little young for playing games with guys?"
"I'm not seventeen anymore, in case you hadn't noticed, and these," she pointed to her breasts, the nipples puckering on cue through the thin material of the tank top, "aren't getting any action. I need help."
Ed ran a hand through his hair, his gaze glancing off her breasts and hitting every corner of the room without looking back. "Tell me you didn't just say your...your…oh, hell, aren‘t getting any action."
"Boobs?" She raised her brows and stared at him. "I'm all grown up, Mr. Judson, not the little girl that used to follow you and Connor around."
"I know you're all grown up, but—"
"I'm twenty-one, single and almost finished with college." She jammed her hands onto her hips. "I deserve a sex-life just like anyone else. If you aren't going to help me figure this out, I'll find someone who will."
"Whoa, wait a minute."Ed held up his hands. "Just exactly what is it you want me to teach you? Not that I'm agreeing to this lunacy."
"I want you to show me what turns on a guy. Kind of like a sex education class for dummies. Only I'm not planning on practicing the abstinence part." Her hands skimmed over her breasts, curving down over her hips. "I want the full-blown, how-to-make-him-hot-for-me lessons."
"Holy Hell, you're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" She tapped a bare foot, realizing it probably wasn't making a big impression with her bright pink toenail polish. "Not only am I not kidding, I want lessons to begin tonight. And in payment for lessons, the pizza is on me."
"Pizza?"
The knock on the door couldn't have been timed better.
"Right on time." She smiled and fished the twenty-dollar bill out of the triangle of her panties. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, we have work to do."
"Pizza?" Ed stood for a moment as though rooted to the floor, his hand still clutching the towel around his middle, his face pale, probably in shock.
Good. Kendall turned toward the door and called out, "Coming!"
She hadn't taken two steps when Ed caught up with her, ripped the twenty from her fingers and shoved her back in the bedroom. "Stay," he commanded.
Then, wearing nothing but the towel and carrying the twenty, he opened the door to the apartment for Jason, the pizza delivery boy.
"Nice towel." Jason shoved the pizza box at Ed.
For a moment, Ed fumbled with the towel, the twenty and the pizza box.
Kendall fought back the urge to giggle, silently praying he'd slip and drop the towel.
Sadly, Ed managed to pay for the pizza and close the door behind Jason, towel intact around his middle.
Kendall came out into the living room, crossed her arms beneath her chest, giving them a little added lift. "So what's it to be? Will you teach me everything you know about making love, or do I take my pizza elsewhere?"
Chapter Two
Ed's cock twitched, tenting the terrycloth draped around his middle. He felt like an idiot, dressed in a towel, holding a pizza and answering a dynamite-loaded question from the little girl whom he'd promised to protect from lecherous males.
Only Kendall wasn't a little girl anymore and she wanted his help to seduce a man. His tongue wouldn't work, he couldn't find the words needed to talk her out of her cockamamie plan. Instead, he nodded. "Let's have pizza and talk about it."
"First, your promise." She threw her shoulders back and braced her bare feet apart. "I don't want to waste my time and pizza if I need to find someone else who has the experience to teach me what I want to know. Are you up to the challenge or should I check with Whitey Ross. I'm sure he'd show me a thing or two."
Anger boiled up in Ed's craw. "You will do no such thing."
"In case you didn't hear me, I'm single, over twenty-one and capable of making all of my own decisions." She ticked off the list on her fingers. "I just thought that you might be a better choice, given you're not interested in me, and I can trust you not to take advantage. Any more than I deem necessary to learn, of course."
He carried the pizza into the small kitchen and laid it on the counter, immediately regretting his decision. Without the box to run interference, the tent his dick caused jutted out prominently. How could he talk Kendall out of this crazy scheme? He needed time to think through this, time to come up with some plausible reason she should abstain.
"You do realize having sex can lead to—"
"Spare me, will ya?" She rolled her eyes. "I had this conversation with my brother ages ago. I’m on the pill, I have my own supply of condoms, and you will not talk me out of this." She marched toward him, her breasts bouncing with each step.
Ed held his breath, his cock swelling even more the closer she came.
She stopped in front of him. "Are you in, or not?" She planted both hands on her hips and tipped her head to the side. Her determination made the light in her green eyes dance.
Ed wanted nothing more than to be in, all right. But she was Connor's little sister.
"Fine. I'll take my pizza elsewhere." She made a grab for the box, leaning past him, her arm sliding across his naked torso.
At the contact, Ed groaned and grabbed her wrist. "Okay, okay. I'll do it. Against my better judgment and barring any lightning bolts from heaven."
Kendall straightened, facing Ed, her breasts pressing against his skin through the thin tank top, the tips, poking out as though teasing him for being weak and agreeing to her scheme.
Was he out of his mind to agree to this? The little girl had definitely grown up. Hell, she sported what...a size D cup, more than a mouthful and…and...he sniffed. A light, citrusy scent curled around his senses, tempting him past redemption. Normally, he hated perfumes, found them usually too strong and annoying, preferring the natural aromas of living things like roses and horse manure. "What's that smell?"
"Must be my perfume. Do you like it?" She tipped her chin and pulled her long blond hair to the side, exposing the graceful line of her neck.
Oh, yeah, he liked.
Too much.
He grabbed her arms and set her away from him. "Quit wearing it. Wear something like Chanel or Candies. Your man should like that." If he didn't gag first. "And apply it thick."
Kendall frowned. "Are you sure. Don't you want to smell it again, just to be certain?" She closed the distance and stood on her toes, her body snug against him from her hips to her breasts.
Jaw tight, Ed fought the urge to press her even closer. His cock nudged against her belly as if taking on a life of its own. "Who is this guy?" Ed said through gritted teeth. He grasped her arms and pushed her a safe distance away from him and his randy dick.
She smiled down at the tent his towel made. "Are you always this...um...agitated after a shower?"
He glanced down at the embarrassing tent. "Yes."
"Why don't you lose the towel? I'll need to get used to seeing a man naked. You might as well be the man. One male body looks pretty much like the rest." Her lips twitched, her gaze rising from his stiff member up to his dropped jaw. "Don't you agree?"
"No." Ed's mouth snapped shut. "Not all men are built alike."
"So, how are you different from other men?"
He liked to think he was larger—hell, he'd seen other guys in the locker room after football practice—he had the right to think it. Looking down into little Kendall Mason's bright blue eyes, he coughed. "It's not just the equipment but what you do with it." He shook his head. "Really, are you seriously going through with this?"
Kendall pouted. "Absolutely. I think this is the real deal. I'm in love with a guy that doesn't quite know I exist. I need help attracting him and I don't want to risk screwing it up."
"If he doesn't love you based on your personality, the sex won't be enough. Why don't you try abstinence to begin with?"
"Ed, honey, for your information, I'm not a virgin anymore. I got my cherry popped way back when I was eighteen."
Ed's hands fisted, a surge of red-hot rage roaring through his brain, frying a few brain cells along the way. "Who popped your cherry?" He'd find the bastard and wring his virginity-stealing neck.
With a laugh, Kendall reached for a slice of pizza and sat on the edge of the kitchen table. Her legs parted, displaying the silky smooth skin of the inside of her thighs and the triangular wedge of her midnight black thong panties.
Ed's groin tightened even more, and he had to force himself to turn away before he did or said something that indicated the gutter where his mind had fallen. He couldn't get over the image of her pert little ass pressed against the smooth surface of his kitchen table. Ed spun toward the pizza box, grabbed a slice and stared at the shape—a triangle just like the wedge of fabric over Kendall's pussy. He bit in, his tongue slurping the sauce from the sides of his lips—warm, wet, tasty.
"Umm, this is orgasmic, don't you think?"
Kendall's voice was low, silky and spot-on with the way Ed felt at the moment. "It's pizza." He chewed and swallowed, dragging in a deep breath before turning back to face Kendall. "I can't talk you out of this?"
She shook her head, a splash of tomato sauce falling from her lips to the V between her breasts. She giggled, tugged her tank low and scooped the sauce out with a finger, and then looked up at Ed. "You like the sauce more than I do. Want it?" She held out her finger, dripping with the rich sauce that had been warmed by her breasts.
Ed's mouth opened automatically and he sucked her finger into it, licking off the sauce before he came to his senses and realized this was Connor's sister sitting on his table, practically naked, sticking her finger in his mouth and teasing him with triangular wedges. Holy Hell. He couldn't do this. Not to his friend, a man fighting for their country in Afghanistan.
Ed grabbed her hand and pulled the finger from his mouth, fully intending on telling her he couldn't, and wouldn't, give her lessons in sex. "Where do you want to start?"
Kendall grinned and clapped her hands. "Tell me what makes a man look at a woman twice."
Full breasts, miniscule tank tops and G-string panties. Ed shook his head. "A pretty smile. Guys like a woman who can make them laugh."
Her forehead puckered into a frown. "That's it? What kind of clothing? What about how she walks?" Kendall hopped off the table and walked across the floor. "Does a man like a woman with a little sway to her hips like this?" She walked sedately across the floor.
No matter how controlled Kendall walked, she was sexy, her hips swaying naturally from side to side. Dressed in nothing but a very loose tank top, that rode up her hips, exposing her ass, the strap of her G-string buried deep between her cheeks. Ed stifled another groan. "A guy would like that." Any man would be a fool or gay not to like what Ed saw.
"Really?" She turned, her brows crinkling again. "Or should I add a little oomph to the hips?" She vamped across the length of the tiny kitchen, one foot crossing over the other, her hips rocking from side to side in an exaggerated swing. Her bra-less breasts swayed, the nipples rubbing against the thin ribbed fabric.
Ed's mouth watered. His dick couldn't get much harder and not explode.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Kendall grinned. "I can tell." She touched the tip of the towel. "That's settled, I'll do that kind of walk to get his attention."
He pulled away from the tip of her finger. "No." Ed grabbed her hips to hold them steady.
"Why not?"
He tried to engage his brain, despite the rush of blood flowing to the lower regions of his body. "Too much of a good thing only makes you look easy."
"And being easy isn't a good thing?" She touched his naked chest with her finger. "Doesn't a guy want to know he stands a chance with the girl?"
His skin heated. Ed captured her finger, his body tense. "Yes, but not all at once."
"Okay then. Minimize the swing of my hips." She smiled up at him. "What about kissing? I've had some experience kissing. Seems most guys start with the tongue. Is that really the right way to begin?"
"Kissing?" Ed gulped. This was going way past anything he could imagine. Think of Connor. Breaking his promise and disappointing his best friend would make him less likely to lose control. "Okay." He closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
"Oh, Ed, please, you look like you're about to suck on a pickle. Be serious and show me what a real first-date kiss should be like." She planted her hands on her hips, pulling the tank taut over her breasts. "I'll bet Whitey would have no problem whatsoever showing me anything I want."
"Whitey has no finesse," Ed growled. "Okay, fine." He gripped her upper arms and pecked her lips with a very chaste, brotherly kiss. "That's good for a first date."
Kendall's brows rose and she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, lifting them up enough to emphasize the pointy tips. "Really, Ed? That’s the best you can do for a first date kiss? I need to know what to expect? How to react?"
"A good knee to the groin would be perfect."
"I'm trying to get the man to fall in love with me, not hit me up with assault and battery charges."
Her full, lovely lips formed a straight line, which on Kendall looked just as sexy as a smile. His determination to stay distant wavered.
"Either show me what to expect or I'll find a better teacher."
"Fine." Frustration exploded inside Ed and he cupped the back of Kendall's head crushing her lips with his. Kendall's mouth parted on a gasp, her tongue meeting his, twisting and stroking, the tang of tomato sauce whetting his appetite for more. She had him kissing her, something he would never have dreamed of, given his promise to her brother.
Her hands circled the back of Ed's neck, feathering through his hair. "How's this?" she said against his mouth. "Do you like this? Will my guy like this?"
"Umm." One hand slid down to cup her ass, pulling her hard against the terrycloth towel and his rock-hard erection. All that stood between his cock and her pussy was a towel, a string and a promise.
"Or, would he prefer this?" She nibbled at his lower lip, then slid her mouth across his chin and down to the pulse beating wildly at the base of his throat. Based on his heart rate and the erection, he couldn't deny his attraction.
So far, so good. But Lacey had said not to push him too far the first day. Go easy, make him want to come to her.
Oh, but she wanted more...now. For the past five years, she'd been in love with her brother's best friend, an awkward place to be. For most of that time, Ed had only seen her as Connor's kid sister. This plan had better work and show Ed she wasn't a little girl anymore.
Reluctantly, Kendall pulled away from Ed and forced an innocent smile to her lips. "Would he like that?"
Ed scrubbed a hand down over his face, his eyes glazed, the point of his cock pressing hard against her belly. "Uh..." He shook his head. "No."
"No?" She feigned surprise. "What does get a man excited?"
"Getting naked." Ed's eyes rounded and he clapped a hand over his lips.
Kendall swallowed the big grin fighting for a chance to swamp her face. "Really?" She reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it halfway up her torso.
Ed's hand shot out, stopping any further ascent. "There are other ways to get a man excited besides getting naked."
"I figured as much. Show me." She let go of the shirt and waited for him to make the next move.
"A woman's hands can be very sexy," Ed blurted.
"You mean like this?" She reached out and circled his cock, towel and all.
Ed sucked in his breath and disengaged her fingers. "Not quite that obvious, although that would get his attention all right. You might save that for the proposal night."
"What about this?" She ran her fingers up his naked torso, something she'd wanted to do for so long. The feel of his muscled skin was so good, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. Her insides were on fire and she couldn't wait for this plan to take complete affect.