More Than Words: A Novella Read Online Free

“Now this is where he would start pounding into her.”
     
    I dissolve into laughter. If he hadn't been holding onto me, I would have fallen forward on the bed. “Did you really have to say 'pounding'?”
     
    “Yes. That's generally the descriptor used in those books.”
     
    “Wait.” I stand up and face him, eyes narrowed. “How would you know that?”
     
    He makes a face at me. “Would it really be that strange for a writer to read from every genre at least once?”
     
    “Huh.” I never thought of that, or bothered reading outside my comfort zone before. “I guess not.”
     
    “Well, then.” He touches a finger to his lips. “Shall we move on?”

 
    Chapter Four
     
    “What comes after doggy style in your lesson plan?”
     
    Landon gets back on my bed and lies down on his side facing me. He pats the bed in front of him. “We're going on to more advanced moves.”
     
    “Oh, advanced moves?” I raise an eyebrow as I come closer. “More advanced than doggy style?”
     
    He scoffs. “Doggy style is just a fundamental. Part of the introductory portion of this course.”
     
    I shake my head and roll my eyes. “Whatever you say, teach.”
     
    He heaves a heavy sigh. “Just get over here already, Darling.” I get on the bed, facing him. He shakes his head and turns me around, settling me next to him, my back to his front. We're spooning. Landon Sinclair is spooning me. His hand is on my thigh, and then he's hitching one of my legs over his hip as his leg slips between mine.
     
    I gasp at the move. How...?
     
    “In this one, he would enter her from behind.” His hand smoothes over my thigh and my breath catches from the close contact. We're not even doing anything. This is just two friends pretending to have sex...wishing they could be having it.
     
    This is not good.
     
    “You okay?” he asks as he moves my hair away from the nape of my neck, his nose ghosting across my skin.
     
    “What are you doing?” I whisper.
     
    “Playing my part. This is research, right? I know a little about research. It can either be boring or it can be fun. I choose the latter. Sometimes you've got to enjoy yourself and clearly I am.”
     
    “Maybe you shouldn't enjoy it so much.”
     
    “Why not?”
 
    “Because it's—it's distracting,” I admit.
     
    He chuckles warmly. “I'm distracting you?” His hand skims down my arm, guiding it back until my hand is on his thigh. His arm slips around my waist. It may not seem very sensual, but it is. “There's a lot of room for intimate caresses and kisses.” His lips press to my neck and my fingers grip his thigh, pulling him closer. He complies, holding me tighter until I'm fully aware of how much he's enjoying this lesson.
     
    I gasp, wriggling out of his arms to stand up. My legs are shaky and I have to brace myself with a hand on the bed as I face him. “What is that all about?” My heart is thudding in my chest, a little fluttery from the strange feeling overcoming me.
     
    He stares for a moment as if trying to read me. Then he sits up, scooting closer until he's sitting right in front of me, his face inches from mine. In a matter-of-fact tone, he says, “It's a natural reaction to being near you. I'm not going to apologize for it.”
     
    Landon is attracted to me. It's no wonder he was so reluctant before. It probably wasn’t the greatest of ideas to ask him to do this. At the time, I didn't think I had another option or anyone else with the expertise. What's worse is that I'm just as attracted to him. The nearness of him alone is sending signals to my core, and I begin to throb down there like I never have before.
     
    “It's getting weird now,” I tell him quietly.
     
    “No, it's not.” His hand covers the hand I'm using to hold myself up. My knees almost buckle at the feel of his skin on mine.
     
    “We shouldn't.”
     
    “We haven't done anything yet,” he replies, his eyes darkening. “I would like to adapt my lesson