Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cole
My heart droppedwhen she entered my classroom. This girl has done me in, and if she was going to turn me down, I don’t know how I could have gone on. The drive to my place is quiet but nice. There’s no tension in the air or anticipation. Just a calmness I’ve always wanted with a girl and am shocked that I found it in her.
I wrap my hand around hers, smiling over at her, and I love the blush that runs up her face. How did I get so lucky to have her walk into my life in so many different ways? It’s like it was fate, making sure no matter what we ended up together.
And yeah, I know I’m talking like a crazy man now, but fuck, this girl is everything. I’m going to make it my mission tonight to show her how different this can be and that she made the right choice to be with me.
She hasn’t been to my place, and I’m praising the Lord I took the time to clean it last night. I was so antsy I couldn’t keep still. Every part of me wanted to run to her door and beg her to forgive me. I knew if I were patient she’d come around, and I’m thankful she did so fast.
As we enter, I turn on the under-cabinet lights in the kitchen to give us enough glow to see but not enough to ruin the mood. If I had candles, I’d light them all over for her, but I don’t want to scare her away. I can tell whatever happened in her past is heavy and until I know everything, I need to play every step safely.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask.
She looks around nervously. “Um, yeah, sure.”
I walk up, grabbing her hands in mine. “You okay?”
She nods but doesn’t answer.
“Just because you’re here doesn’t mean we’re going to jump in and be together and live happily ever after.”
She lets out a nervous laugh.
“One day at a time. We’ll go slow and see where this goes,” I try to reassure her.
My lips brush against hers, and I let go of her hands to run them through her hair, holding on to either side of her head. I feel her body give in, and I deepen the kiss, wanting more.
Within an instant, we’re lost in each other, but I pull away, reaching for her hand again and winking as I walk her back to my bedroom. I could have taken her right there in my kitchen, but that’s not what this is anymore. I want to show her the difference between fucking for a release and sex that actually means something.
Because it does; with this girl, it does mean something.
Moonlight shines through my window just enough to light the room in a blue tone, and it’s perfect for our first meaningful time together outside of the club and trying to be something more, something real.
I sit on my bed and pull her hand into me, spreading my legs so she stands between them. My arms wrap around her waist, bringing her shirt up just enough to kiss her stomach. Her hands reach around my shoulders and hold on to my head. The light tug of her fingers in my hair reveals the slight tremble she has, so I wrap my arms around her tighter, letting her know I’m here, and there’s no reason to be afraid.
Slowly, I move my hands higher, bringing her shirt with me, revealing her beautiful body with her black lace bra. Without a beat, I move to her pencil skirt, unzipping it from behind. I love when she comes to class straight from work with her sexy-as-sin, classy outfits.
Her hips shimmy side-to-side as I slide it down her toned legs and reach around to grip her bare ass firmly. My thumbs wrap around her thong, but I move in first, working my way down her stomach as I pull them off, kissing every place where the thin material used to be.
My eyes tilt up to her while I’m bent down, helping her to step out of her panties. I smirk and love that she instantly bites her lip, before reaching down to bring me back up and pull me into a kiss.
The moan that escapes her lips makes my hard cock start to ache in my jeans, and when her hands reach in to relieve the pressure, my body tingles from the pleasure of her soft fingers gripping me like she never has before.
At this moment, I know she feels the difference between us, and I swear my heart opens a little more as her tongue sweeps in to dance with mine.
The twinkle in her eye when she pulls back does me in even further, and when she looks down, starting to remove my clothes like I did to her, I realize I’m a done man.
Once I’m naked, I lean in to discard her bra and run my hands up and down her body before turning her around and laying her on the bed. I don’t say anything, just because I don’t want to ruin it. No cheesy words or dirty nonsense needs to be uttered right now. Everything I want her to know I can show her with my actions.
Laying my body on hers, I lean down to kiss her lips softly, working my way down her frame as I reach to my nightstand to grab a condom, and then slip it on while trying to still pay attention to her. I don’t want protection to ruin our moment, but I’d never go without, at least not yet in our relationship. I can wait until she gives me that side too.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I kiss her lips as I slide inside, feeling her body tightly against mine, welcoming me in. The moan releasing from her mouth tells me I’m entering more than her body, but her heart too.
I don’t focus on different positions or only sticking my dick in to get off. No. For the first time, I take it all and give it right back. Every touch, every kiss, every pulse means something, and I don’t miss the way her head falls back or how her hands grip my back, trying to pull me in closer to her.
What we have is something special, and for this one moment, I never want it to end. I’ll make it my life’s mission to make this girl mine. This, right here, is what I want to have for the rest of my life.
When her body tightens, so close to her release, I push a little harder, slowing down each thrust until I hear her scream and her body clenches around mine. The feeling is all I need to let go and grunt out a new me with every thrust.
Now, having her wrapped in my arms is the best feeling in the world. I play with her hair as I say, “Thank you for giving me a chance.” Her fingers play with the hair on my chest, and I grab them, bringing them up to my lips and kissing them softly.
Her bracelet falls down, and something I’ve never noticed on her catches my attention. For a brief second my world stops. The thin line tattoo on the inside of her wrist is one I’ve seen many times and had many conversations about, only not with her. Memories of Carter on Sunday run through my mind, and instantly, my blood starts to boil.
There’s no fucking way.
Her head is lying on my chest, so I try to still my breathing and not bring any attention to my thoughts. There are so many questions I have, but one thing’s for sure. She can never go to the club again.
