“What are we going to do while they look for the cloak?” Olivia asked. “Pretend to look for it as well?”
“We are going to do nothing!” Eliza announced. “While they are off getting up to mischief, we will be ignored, and I can return to my writing without being disturbed.”
Cait could not believe that it was Eliza and her friends who had set out to fool the younger students, but she was happy that the original trio were not imagining selkies in their midst.
“We need to go before Mrs. Wiggons catches us out. Let the others be a disruption to her.”
Cait nearly snorted. It wasn’t so long ago that Eliza was the biggest troublemaker of them all.
Julian stared down at Cait,her body nearly pressed against his as they waited for the second set of students to leave. Her scent of honeysuckle filled his head and was much more pleasant than the smell of dried earth that had insulted his nostrils when they first entered the closet.
Not only that, but her full breasts were pressed against his chest and if he took one more step toward her, their bodies would be flush with the only separation being their clothing.
It was all he could do not to pull her close and press his lips against hers, but he didn’t dare while students were wandering about the room beyond. But now they were alone.
“You would make a very good spy, Cait,” Julian whispered.
She blinked at him, humor in her green eyes. “Why do you say so?”
It was not a compliment that he made lightly either and he spoke the truth. He’d rifled through many desks under the cloak of darkness or with a small lamp to light his way, and she took the same precautions as he would. “You moved efficiently when you heard noise. You placed the books back exactly as you had found them, then put a cold lamp on the desk and then removed the ones that we used because you knew that if the girls would have touched one, they would have noted the warmth.”
“I have taught at this school long enough to anticipate what they may do.”
“Yet, at the time, you did not know students would soon enter. It could have been anyone.”
“That would hardly make me a spy.”
“No, it would not. But you have the instincts of a spy.” He smiled down at her.
“Well, if I ever get tired of teaching, I will keep that in mind.” She chuckled.
“Will there be anyone else, do you think?”
“Those are the only menaces enrolled in the school at this time.” Cait reached for the door. Julian was not yet ready to let her go.
“Not just yet.”
She looked up. “Why?”
Instead of answering, he placed his lips against hers.
When Cait did not push him away, but sighed, Julian deepened the kiss.
She first returned it with hesitation, and then her arms wound around his neck as her body melted against his. Julian pulled her even tighter and angled his head, deepening the kiss. Cait indulged, mimicking his actions and Julian could barely hold back his moan of pleasure.
Though he should break the kiss as this was not proper and she was a teacher, he could not. A flame had been set and his body burned for hers. Napoleon storming the beach could not have pulled him away as he caressed her back, and then hips, before brushing a hand across her bum and forced himself not to grasp it and pull her against him.
He should not be taking such liberties, but he was weak, and she was not protesting.
“We should not,” he whispered as he forced himself to break the kiss and slide his hand back to her side. They were in a closet with gardening tools. There were certainly more pleasant places to seduce.
In just the other room was a desk. With her seated upon it, they could share far more pleasure than standing amongst shovels.
Except, Cait was an innocent teacher, and he should not have kissed her to begin with, let alone let his passion rule.
“We should not,” she agreed, looking into his eyes, her lips swollen and begging to be kissed again.
“No,” he said just before his lips descended on hers again.
