Tender is the Nerd by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

it.”
    “You’ve got it, batting cage boy.” Maneuvering around his erect cock, she sat on his thighs while she opened the condom packet.
    “What a great combination of sounds.”
    “What?”
    “A woman tearing into a condom and breathing fast while she does it.”
    “Don’t let it go to your head.” She put the condom in her mouth to moisten it.
    “Don’t worry. Everything’s traveling south at the moment. Are you sucking on something?”
    “Uh-huh. It goes on better if it’s wet.” She started rolling the condom over his impressive erection.
    He groaned. “That’s a thousand times more erotic with my eyes closed.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Gigabytes more. Terabytes more.”
    “It gets better.” As she began to lower herself onto his waiting cock, he swore softly and reached for her hips. She batted them away. “Hands off. I’m in charge.”
    “Right.” He clenched his jaw.
    Her pulse raced but she made the journey very, very slowly. When she was about halfway, his whole body began to shake and he grabbed fistfuls of the sheet. The guy had serious arm muscles. No wonder he could throw her over his shoulder.
    “ Miranda .”
    She ached for him, too, but she wanted to make this memorable. “Almost there,” she crooned.
    He drew in a sharp breath.
    “Now.” She pushed down, taking all of him.
    He gulped. “Don’t . . . move.”
    “I’m supposed to be giving the instruct–”
    “If you move I’ll come.” His voice was strained.
    She smiled, remembering what he’d said to her not long ago when their positions had been reversed. “Then come for me.” And she set a pace that brought them both to a shattering climax in seconds.
    They were both really noisy, too. She’d never had a lover who made her worry about the neighbors. She put the noise factor solidly in the plus column, though.
    In fact, nearly everything about Rylan belonged in the plus column. He was crazy smart, fun to be with, adorable to look at, and he approached sex with gusto. He had some issues with his brother, who inconveniently happened to be her ex-boyfriend, but she was optimistic that they could work through that.
    When they settled down a little, he reached up, cupped the back of her head and drew her down for a deep and thorough kiss. She sank into that kiss with a certainty she’d never felt before. No relationship was perfect, but this connection with Rylan felt damned close.

Chapter Six
    T he weekend turned out to be one of the best Rylan could remember. He and Miranda seemed to effortlessly combine work and play. He gave her most of the credit because her cooking and lovemaking inspired him with ideas.
    So did cleaning up the kitchen, something he never would have discovered since he ate mostly takeout. Miranda loved to cook but hated the cleanup. He’d offered because it seemed only fair, but he’d learned that the physical chore left his mind free to roam. Consequently he kept his laptop on the kitchen table where it would be handy if inspiration hit.
    They made several trips to the grocery store until he had a thorough grounding in the study of fruits and veggies. They weren’t names on a list anymore. He’d seen most of them, held quite a few, and tasted more than he could count.
    She fed his stomach, his mind, and his sexual appetite with a generosity that humbled him. Most significant of all, when he had a sudden brainstorm, she left him alone to create.
    If he’d been a poet he would have called her his muse. But he was a computer nerd, so that term might be too fancy. She was definitely his lover, though, and the most exciting one he’d ever known.
    Once in a while, because he was human, he longed to ask if she’d had this level of satisfaction with Frazer. He hadn’t asked, would never ask, but he couldn’t help wondering. He also caught himself wishing that she’d never become involved with his brother, but that made no sense. That would mean he wouldn’t have met her, either. He couldn’t imagine