For her sake, she wanted to continue forever because it felt wonderful, but she knew this had to be difficult for him. He didn’t even know her, and here she was, using his body, his maleness, as some kind of educational toy. And damn if he wasn’t perfect for the job. With a sad sigh, she pulled back. “I should stop.” He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked. “Why? You haven’t even started yet.” “Not fair, I kissed you.” “Ha,” he mocked. “That wasn’t a kiss.” She stared at him, curiosity in her eyes. Her mouth opened then closed again. As if unable to keep the words back, she said, “What’s a kiss then?” He opened his eyes and asked, “Do you not know?” She flushed but faced him bravely. “Only what I’ve seen in movies or read in books.” “Romance books,”
