Well now I am even more intrigued. “I would like for you to read this to me, Kim. Perhaps it will give me…guidance.”
“Guidance?”
“On how to pleasure you.” I’m purring again, the rumbling starting low in my chest.
“I don’t think you need guidance on that.” She gives me a soft look, her lips parted. “The last time we were together…that was pretty good.”
“Only pretty good?” I nudge the datapad again. “Then I definitely need guidance.”
59
KIM
The thought of reading my story aloud to Nassakth feels so intensely vulnerable. I glance over at him, clutching the datapad to my chest, and there’s a look of heat in his eyes. He’s seated so close to me that I can feel the warmth flowing off of him, I can smell the scent of soap, and his freshly brushed tail tickles against my leg.
What will it hurt to read a tiny bit to him? my brain asks.
“You…you can’t laugh,” I tell him. “If you laugh, I’m going to stop.”
“I would never laugh.” The look he gives me is grave. “You have put a great deal of effort into it. Why would I mock it?”
Because it’s a girly book? Because I’m writing about all kinds of filthy sex acts and won’t have sex with him? There’s a million reasons that flutter into my head but somehow, I trust him. He knows it’s important to me, so he’s going to do his best to take it as seriously as I do. I lick my dry lips and gaze down at the pad I have clutched in my hands. It doesn’t have to be a love scene, I reason. It can just be any sort of scene. It can be the hero and heroine having a conversation. Granted, there aren’t a ton—I’ve had a lot of unfulfilled needs since landing on Risda and have channeled a lot of…ahem, filthy thoughts, into my book. I pull open my file and start to flick the document up, looking for a suitably clean scene.
Nassakth reaches over and stops me. “Why do you not read the scene you are on?”
“Because…um, just because.”
He shakes his head. “Read it to me. Just start. I will not laugh.”
I swallow hard and shift on the corner of the bed. This is harder to do than I thought. I flip back down to the end of the document with a touch of my finger and let out a breath (and it sounds a lot like a whimper when it comes out). I know exactly what I was writing when I left off. It’s an oral scene, only partially (okay mostly) inspired by Nassakth and his mouth.
I clear my throat, stalling. “It’s really not very good—”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Nassakth just isn’t going to let it go. Taking a deep, steeling breath, I begin to read. “Lady Anna hiked up her skirts as high as she dared, showing a bit of ankle. Immediately, Lachlan pressed his mouth there and began to move upward. The lady dared not speak as the fierce highland lord moved up from her foot to her knee, kissing the entire way. His head was under her skirts and she was behaving shamelessly, but she didn’t care. Surely someone would see them. Surely someone would hear the small cries she was making, yet she couldn’t remain silent. Not when his mouth was moving toward her secret pleasure zone—”
Nassakth makes a sound. “What is a secret pleasure zone?”
“You said you weren’t going to mock me,” I cry, putting the datapad aside. “So I’m not a great writer. So—”
He puts a finger over my lips, silencing me. “First, my mate, I would warn you to be quiet, as this is an older ship and the walls are likely thin. They will hear everything we say unless we remember to keep our voices low.”
“Well now I really don’t want to read to you,” I grumble around his finger.
“Also, I ask because I do not know what a secret pleasure zone is. Is it the cunt or am I neglecting a part of your body that I should not?” The look on his face is downright worried.
Oh.
He’s not mocking me. He’s just making sure he gave me a good time when we were together. That eases some of my distress, though I’m still blushing as I explain. “It’s, you know, her pussy.”
“Poo-see?” Nassakth tilts his head. “Like a cat?”
“Like a cunt.” Jeez, I’m going to be permanently red in the face. I’m a grown-ass woman, so why is this so freaking embarrassing?
“Ah.” Nassakth ponders this. “You may continue reading. I find this educational.”
“It’s not supposed to be educational,” I grumble, but I pick up the datapad again. “It’s supposed to be entertaining.”
“I am vastly entertained,” he murmurs. “Please. Go on.”
I scroll over the text, looking for the spot I stopped in when Nassakth leans over and pulls my legs into his lap. “What are you doing?”