Sure enough, he shuddered against me and made another strangled groaning, growling sound and his mouth was on me again, kissing me once, twice, three times, and then outlining my jaw before moving to work on my neck. The heat moved up from my stomach into my chest until it almost hurt to breathe. He didn’t seem to be having the same problem, as his breaths were hot on my skin, and I felt a pull deep and low that had me moving to capture his lips with mine again.

“Now I think I’m the one who’s going to have an anxiety attack,” he muttered.

“Oh. I wouldn’t want that,” I teased. “We could stop.”

“Um, no,” he growled, and I laughed. But then his lips were touching mine and all of my laughter instantly stopped.

As his mouth skated over mine again and again, he sent blood rushing to every part of my body. It was a little like being caught up in my own personal earthquake. Everything was off-kilter and out of control, except for him. He was rock solid and constant, just as he’d promised, and I clung to him as my head grew dizzy with sensation, my eyes blurring and unable to focus.

He reached down with one hand to grab at my hip, pulling me against him, but we couldn’t get any closer. I got the inclination—it was what I wanted, too. To melt into him so that we couldn’t tell where one of us ended and the other one began.

His heartbeat raced against my chest, and I hoped he could feel mine, too. He pulled away to look down at me, and for a moment I wondered if I’d done something wrong.

“I love it when you make those sounds,” he murmured, and I tried to figure out if what he was saying was true, because I hadn’t realized I’d been making any noises.

“What sounds?”

He had on a rakish grin that sent warm shimmers down my back. “These breathy whimpers that mean you can’t get enough of what I’m doing. It drives me insane.”

“Oh. Sorry?”

“Please don’t apologize. It is a hundred percent my pleasure.”

He ran his lips over my ear before sucking gently at the bottom of my earlobe, and I couldn’t even make fun of him for saying dumb things because my eyes were rolling back in my head and my veins were all throbbing.

“Just like that,” he said in a satisfied tone.

“I’ll get you back for that,” I said, definitely making some kind of whimpering, breathy sound.

“I hope so.”

I ran a finger lightly over his chest. “So what would happen next? In this teaching experiment of ours?”

There was a look of brief confusion in his eyes, but he put it away. “You’re asking me what should happen next?”