I try it, and he falls to the side.
“Good,” he says. “Verygood. You can use your hips to keep me away, where it’s hard for me to hit you. Or very close, where it’s difficult for me to generate any power.”
“Like this?”
I tug him into me, lifting my knees. He falls forward. His groin pushes right up against me. I gasp, then whisper, “I think I get it.”
He stands quickly, like he’s afraid of how his body will respond if he gets too close.
“I… I need a glass of water,” I murmur.
“Sure. There’s a cooler just over there.” He turns.
“I can get my own water,” I say, standing quickly.
As I turn my back to him, I catch him looking at me in the mirror. His hands twitching, his eyes wide and tense as they follow me go. Power rushes through me at the realization thatI turn him on. I’ve never felt this wanted before. And even if I had, I wouldn’t experience this thrill, this intoxicating control. It’s like he can’t look away.
So, yeah, I let myself go a little. As I lean down towards the water cooler, I arch my back, showing him my ass. I’ve never been proud of my body, never been overly ashamed either. It’s just been… there, mine, an unquestioned fact.
Now, pride blazes in me. In the mirror, he stares hungrily at my ass. His jaw is clenched tight as if he’s trying to fight the urge. Of course, he is. He’s a good guy, doesn’t want to be inappropriate. Maybe it’s the age gap, or the context.
He doesn’t want to ogle hisstudent.
But I want him to. I love it.
His eyes move to my face, realizing I’m watching him. He sees the smile curving my lips, notes the fact that I don’t immediately stand. Instead, I remain bent over, coaxing more desire out of him.
He takes a step forward decisively.
Somehow, I know what’s going to happen next. He’s going to surge up behind me and drive his length against my ass. He’s been able to fight off his arousal so far, probably by sheer white-knuckle will. But not any longer. He’s going to grab greedy handfuls of my hips and drive himself against me.
And, God help me, I’m going to let him. No, I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to rock my hips up and down, grind against him, tease him until his body is bursting with desire and?—
The door flies open.
Mira walks in. “That computer isboring. Can we do some more hitting, please?”
I straighten and spin toward her, almost choking on a breath. It’s like I’ve just been jolted from a fever dream.
Rhett clears his throat. “Yeah, ninja girl, of course we can.”
The ride home isn’t as awkward as it has the potential to be, mostly because Mira is humming happily and shooting questions at Rhett, all about martial arts. He answers without the slightest hint that he’s losing his patience.
I need to remember, though, how upset Mira would be if Rhett suddenly stopped coming by. I need to keep in mind that rushing into whatever this is, even if it makes me feel sexy, desired, and powerful, would be a mistake.
“It’s trash day tomorrow,” Rhett says. “Want me to carry yours to the road?”
“You don’t have to?—”
“I know I don’t have to, Elle,” he says warmly. “But do youwantme to?”
I smile gratefully. “Yeah, sure. Do they take yard waste too? I’ve got a bag out back.”
“Yeah, I can grab that after.”
“Ican do that, Rhett.” I climb from the car, calling to Mira, “Head inside, honey.”
“I want to helpRhett,” she says stubbornly.
