A Lesson of Intensity: Season of Desire Part 2 (Seasons Quartet) by Sadie Matthews Read Free Book Online Page B

is the most exciting foreplay I’ve ever known – and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
    Finally he says, ‘I’m going to call you after your goddess’s season. You’re going to be Winter.’
    I nod. ‘Winter. Yes, I understand. Shall I call you Teacher?’
    ‘No. This isn’t a classroom: you’re too old for school. This is more like private instruction. You may call me… Tutor. Yes, I think that’s appropriate. Now, Winter… are you ready for your first lesson?’
    I lick my lips again. I’ve been ready for a while but I’ve enjoyed this introduction to my new role as Miles’s student. It’s been stimulating. My bud has been inflamed by his induction talk and I feel as though he’ll only have to touch me with a fingertip to set me off into shuddering ecstasy. ‘Yes, Tutor,’ I say.
    ‘Good. Then we’ll begin. First, I need to know what you’ve already learned.’ He eyes me gravely, his gaze moving over me. ‘Stand up, Winter.’
    I get slowly up from my knees and say, ‘I’m afraid my last instructor was not… very well qualified.’
    There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry to hear that, Winter. I’ll have to give my attention to undoing his clumsy technique and showing you a more polished way of doing things. I hate to see a woman of your calibre being given a second-rate education. I think you should take off your jeans now. I need to see you.’
    Oh boy. I think we’re going to enjoy this game. My education is about to begin.
    I unbutton my jeans and slide them down, stepping out of them so that I’m standing in just my bra and knickers, wishing I wasn’t wearing yesterday’s underwear. But I have a delightful feeling that I won’t be wearing them for much longer.
    ‘You’re very beautiful, Winter,’ he says appreciatively. ‘I always knew you were a fine-looking woman but I didn’t realise what treasures you were hiding from me.’
    I look down at my own body. I’m tall with long legs and my frame is slender with a decent helping of curves in the right places. I’m lucky to have inherited my mother’s figure, rather than my father’s stockiness. The sight of my own semi-nakedness is arousing. I feel a wash of excitement at Miles’s evident approval, almost glad that I can make him happy with my body. I’m certain that he can take me to heights of bliss with his. ‘Thank you, Tutor.’
      He raises his right eyebrow. ‘Your tone is excellent, Winter. You’re evidently learning to be humble.’ Miles stands up and the way he towers over me makes a thrill of excitement course through me. He’s huge, so masculine. I can’t wait to be possessed by him: I’m ravenous for him. He walks around me, inspecting me carefully as though I’m a prize exhibit or a specimen he’s evaluating for quality. I’m buzzing with the anticipation of his touch but he stays at a distance. When he has circled me, he sits down again on the bench.
      ‘Winter – come towards me and turn your back to me.’
      I step forward so that my legs are almost touching his knees and turn around so that I’m facing the opposite wall and the tiny window, glittering black in the firelight. His hands land lightly on my back and swiftly undo my bra. It drops away from my chest and Miles takes it away. My breasts are free now, each pink nipple already hard with my arousal. I try to control my rapid breathing and the way my chest is rising so fast but it’s difficult.
      ‘Turn around and let me see you.’ His voice is low but commanding and I obey, turning slowly to face him. His expression is impassive but as his eyes light on my breasts, I see a flicker of desire there. He examines them without speaking for a few moments and then says, ‘You’re beautiful, Winter. I’m going to enjoy your instruction a very great deal.’
      Miles stands up again. He’s tall and my head comes only to the top of his chest. My lips part at the impact of his nearness and the warm masculine smell of