I shake my head as she trails off, cupping her cheeks. “Me neither.” Leaning in, I kiss the tip of her nose, slowly moving up to her eyelids. As they close, I press a kiss to each one, reveling in how she grows a little less stiff with each gesture. “Tell me what you want me to do if it’ll help prove how sorry I am. I’ll do it. Anything at all.”
She remains quiet, allowing me to continue my trail of kisses on the underside of her jaw.
“You want me to announce myself as your boyfriend to the whole school? I’ll do it. They’re already investigating me anyway. Why not get ahead of the curve?”
Pulling back, her brows knit together. “They’re investigating you?”
“Evidently, Pythia’s been posting about some professor getting hot and heavy with one of his students.”
“Pythia’s a cunt,” she breathes.
“That she is.” My mouth descends on her neck, my fingers tugging at her sweater so I can kiss her collarbone, and then I keep sliding down her body. She catches herself on her hands as I drag my lips over the full swell of her tits, hidden beneath her clothing. Her nipples harden beneath a rush of cold air as I push the material up, exposing her lush tits to my hungry gaze.
“Sutton, we shouldn’t be doing this here.”
Ignoring the concern, I suck as much of her tit into my mouth as I can fit. My nostrils flare as her head falls back, the slender curve of her neck so enticing that I raise back up and sink my teeth into it.
Her hand comes to my hair, fisting at my nape, and I grunt into her skin.
“What do you need from me, baby?” I murmur, my cock throbbing. This was supposed to be a mere apology, but my body seems to have missed the memo.
Self-control goes out the window when she’s concerned.
Overhead, the trees whisper with the weight of a cool breeze. Elle shivers, leaning back on her palms as she stares at me.
“I–I don’t know,” she says.
“You don’t know? Need me to show you?”
She swallows, nodding, and I grin against her.
I’m not even thinking about the fact that we’re in broad daylight and not particularly hidden depending on where you’re at in the forest. I glance over my shoulder at the trees, aware that more activity happens during the evenings and we’re probably not going to be alone long enough for it to matter.
But I also don’t give a single fuck.
When she nods her approval, motioning toward her feet, I kneel on the rock and lift her left foot in one hand.
Slowly, I bring it up, watching as she leans back on her elbows more. I slip her Mary Janes off, peeling her tights off as well, and touch my lips to the top of her foot.
“Too cold?” I ask.
A single shake of her head is all I need.
Stomach tight with desire, I take my time, wetting my mouth before bringing it to her skin. As I withdraw, I let my tongue slip out, sliding up and over her ankle, keeping that leg in the air.
She jolts when my tongue caresses the inside of her calf. “Hey, wait, what are you?—”
“I haven’t gotten to taste you all damn week,” I breathe, continuing my ascent, nibbling in different spots as I go. She bends her other knee, trying to bar me access, but I shove her skirt up and bat her hands away, planting a wet kiss to her lace-covered cunt, sucking the fabric in along with her clit.
Her sudden squeal of surprise fills the air, speaking to the trees. I hope they can keep a secret of passion as well as they do ones of violence.
Love is violence, though, in its own way. Love has the power to end everything, yet we chase it, expecting that it will fix and cure instead.
Shit. Why am I thinking about love?
My face heats, and I roughly tug her panties aside, sealing my mouth over her cunt to try and dispel the thought.
She cries out, and I moan into her, letting that sound cascade down my back in waves. Arousal spools tight, making me dizzy.
