CHAPTER 4: Sample Tutorial.

Dakota’s POV

My breath hitches. “Kiss you? You want me to kiss you?”

Hayden tilts his head. “Yeah, show me what you’ve got.”

Hell no, my first kiss will not be with this goddamn asshole.

I’d been saving that moment, savoring it, waiting for the day I’d meet my dream boy.

I’m not gonna waste it on him.

“Hayden, this has gone far enough…” I start to say.

“Wait, so you haven’t kissed Elliot?” he asks.

I stutter. “Um, not yet. We didn’t exactly get to doing that.”

Hayden frowns. “And you say this is your dream boy? He wanted you to suck his dick before he actually kissed you?” he asks.

My head’s in shambles. “It all happened so fast. We didn’t get around to it. Not yet.”

Hayden scoffs. “Hmm, I bet. So, what are you gonna do when you finally kiss?”

“We are gonna figure it out.”

He smirks. “The same way you figured out how to give him head?” he teases.

I hate him. God, I hate him so much, but maybe he’s got a point there. I’ve got limited chances with Elliot.

What happens when we try to kiss and I turn out to be a bad kisser? Elliot’s never gonna give me another chance!

“Okay, maybe, I can see your point. Maybe,” I tell Hayden now.

He grins, his eyes crinkling so cutely. My heart skips another beat. Okay, what the fuck is going on with me?

I’ve known this boy for ages and I’ve never once felt my heart skip around him.

I am categorically NOT attracted to him. So, what is up with the fire burning in the pit of my belly?

I fan myself briefly. It’s so hot. Is it the heat? I can’t hear myself breathe.

“So, let me help you. Show me how you kiss and we can go from there,” Hayden says.

I close my eyes, tighten my lips and press one fleeting kiss on his lips.

Smack.

There, done, I felt nothing. Thank goodness. My heart skips were just an anomaly. Nothing serious.

When I open my eyes again, Hayden’s staring at me in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? Is that it? No wonder your boyfriend wants nothing to do with you!” he says.

He doesn’t even sound like he’s trying to tease me; he just sounds concerned and disappointed.

I feel horrible. “First, he's not my boyfriend yet.”

“Come on, where’s the energy? Where’s the heat? Where’s the seduction?” Hayden says, stepping closer to me.

His closeness knocks the wind out of me. My legs nearly buckle. His scent, that woodsy cologne mixed with sweat, filters into my nostrils.

His sheer masculinity is impossible to ignore.

Next thing I know, he puts his veiny hand around my waist. Slowly, teasingly.

His fingers slowly dip past my shirt to find my bare skin.

A flutter of excitement courses through my veins. This is bad. This is really bad!

My breath ceases as he caresses me gently, tugging at the skin around my jean waist.

“Dakota, kissing starts before lips actually touch,” Hayden begins, rubbing circles around my skin.

My throat dries.

His finger wander to my thighs, tracing me. “You have to want it. You have to need it. You have to show that you’re dying for it and most importantly, you have to make your partner want it too,” he says.

Is this what he does with all the girls? Is it any wonder they become so attached to him to the point of madness and ruining themselves?

I heard one of the girls is in a psych ward now.

I can’t stop my beating heart as he moves in closing every other space between us.

“And making them want it lies in teasing. You move in, touch them slowly…” he says, dragging the tip of his nails on my skin.

He dips his fingers under my boobs, stopping just under my bra. I let out a breath-stopping gasp as his fingers flirt with my skin right there in a battle of ‘will he slip under the bra and actually touch my breasts or will he not?’

He decides not to, moving away. I try to suppress my disappointment, my need building rapidly.

Every spot he touches on my body lights up, burning and itching for more touch.

“It’s all about the need,” he whispers in my ear. His breath pours all over my earlobe, sending shocking waves down my spine.

I remain frozen, not moving, not talking. I’m afraid if I move, I’d do something stupid like actually kiss him first.

He takes my hands. “Follow my lead, Dakota. Touch me where I touch you,” he says, putting my hands around his lower back.

For a second or two, I remain frozen. He goes back to brushing his finger along my back and waits for me to do the same.

I can’t.

“Dakota!” he calls out softly.

I blink. Eyes poring into his. Those steely gray eyes burning with lust makes me lose my mind.

I move my fingers, lifting his work-out shirt to find his sweaty skin. My entire body is aflame.

He brings his face close to me, circling around my lips. He tips his head to the side, his nose angling to make way for our lips.

My breath stalls. I wait for him to kiss me. He doesn’t. Instead, his hand finds my hair as he lowers his face into the nape of my neck, planting a kiss there.

I weave my hand through his dense curls. My first time of touching them. They are so soft, so bouncy and smattered with sweat.

“You smell so good, your skin’s so soft,” he whispers against my skin, heatedly. The low rumble of his voice sends shiver down my back.

The tension in my belly builds. My breath shakes with nerves and wild anticipation.

Kiss me already, I scream in my head. Just fucking kiss me!

He raises his head like he read my mind and cups my cheek. His grip is possessive.

I stroke his stubbled jaw, angling my lips toward him.

He moves slowly. I move too.

Until our lips crash!