Page 41 of Drive Me Wild
I wish I was between your thighs right now, listening to you moan my name like it’s your favorite song.
His sexually charged words send a familiar warmth from my cheeks to the growing heat between my legs. Theo may love being the center of attention outside of the bedroom, but inside it? He’s more than happy to let me be in the spotlight. It’s like nothing matters but my pleasure. Some of the things he’s done with his tongue and hips can only be perfected through lots of practice—and I’m trying not to think about where all his experience comes from in comparison to mine. Sex with Theo could inspire nine hundred R&B songs.
“Darling!” the familiar sound of my mum’s voice rings out. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was horrible. I hope you weren’t waiting on me for too long.”
My phone clatters to the table as if I’ve been caught red-handed. I quickly slide it into my back pocket before greeting my mum. With shoulder-length blonde hair, soulful brown eyes, and an easy smile, my mum and I could easily pass for blood relatives. Well, that, and our impressive twin ability to chatter away for hours.
Before I know it, a server’s delivering my full English breakfast and my mum’s smoked salmon avocado toast.
“So,” my mum says, drawing out the “o” so the word seems to last for minutes. “You never told me what you thought of it.”
I stare at her blankly. “Thought of what?”
“The vibrator I sent you,” she exclaims, not bothering to lower her voice. “The one that stimulates both the?—”
“Yup,” I say loudly to cut her off. “Got it, Mum.”
The newest vibrator she sent to me has more parts than I know what to do with. The note she wrote with it said, “I hope this helps you vibe with your body.” I wish I was kidding. I added it to my ever-growing bin of “toys” she’s sent me. I’ve told her I’m fine with the trusty vibrator I’ve had since uni, but it falls on deaf ears.
“The most important step in sexual pleasure is knowing your own body,” she reminds me. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Josephine.”
I sink so far into the chair that my upper back hits the seat.Check, please!
“Can we not talk about this right now, Mum? I’d rathernotdiscuss orgasms over an omelet, thank you very much.”
“Sex is just as much a part of people’s daily routine as eating, darling,” she reminds me. “And now that you’re single, it’s a great time to really focus on your own needs and desires.”
“I know, Mum.” I sigh, already aware where this conversation is heading. “Communicate to your partner what you like, don’t rush foreplay, visit your OB/GYN regularly, experiment with different positions to enhance pleasure.”
I’ve heard it all before. Who needs the religious Ten Commandments when you have the Ten Commandments to Come?
She raises her perfectly sculpted brows. “Are you practicing what I preach?”
“Every one of them.” My mouth suddenly goes dry, a betraying flush taking over my cheeks.Oh fuck. “I mean, I’m practicing every one of them that applies to me, so the, uh… the one about learning about my body. Studying that one a lot. Soon enough, I’ll have a master’s degree in it. Don’t know if I should add that to my resume or not. May be kind of awkward, if you know what I mean. Marketing manager by day, sexual goddessby night. Yep, yep, yep. You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”
A time machine would nice right about now. Or some arsenic. I’d even take a guillotine.
My mum takes a sip of her chai tea latte. Whereas my dad’s reactions are exaggerated and honest, my mum can appear diplomatic and neutral at just about anything. She’s seen it all in her sessions with clients, so not much can get her to break her cool, calm, and collected demeanor.
“What’s his name?”
“Whose name?”
“Hisname. The guy you’re seeing.”
Shit. “Why do you assume I’m seeing someone?”
A smile shapes her rose-pink lips. “Besides the way you were grinning at your phone when I walked in? I’d say your gift of gab and the way you’re flushing are dead giveaways.”
Slathering my toast in jam, I avoid eye contact like she’s Medusa. “Okay, well, it’s not a big deal. We’re not seeing one another. It’s casual.”
“There’s nothing wrong with casual sex, honey,” she says. “It’s definitely… not like you, but that doesn’t mean it’s not something you can enjoy. You may discover a lot about yourself through it. Explore things you may not in a more serious relationship.”
“Exactly!” I nod vehemently. “That’s what Claude was getting at, too.”
“Is Claude the name of the young man?”
“Claude’s seventy-two, and we are definitelynotsleeping together. Theo’s more than age-appropriate, Mum, don’t worry. I mean, he’s few years older than me, obviously, but he’s not in his seventies. God, can you imagine?”
