Maisie peers up at me through her thick lashes. “What’s wrong,Coach? It’s yours, isn’t it? I should give it back.”
I’m fighting a losing battle, and we both fucking know it.
“What are you doing, Maisie?”
The words are clipped. Rough and uneven. An exact mirror of the way I’m currently feeling.
“I’m jus?—”
I step closer until our bodies are flush, until I’m towering over her. “Provoking me until I fucking snap. That’s what you’re doing.” This close, I can see the light splash of freckles that dust the top of her nose and cheeks. “That what you want? To push me over the edge?”
Her eyes blaze. “Maybe I do. Maybe then you’ll stop pretending that you don’t want me.”
“I never said I didn’t want you,” I grind out, my teeth aching from how hard I’ve clenched them together. “What I said is that Ican’thave you. You’re a student. At my goddamn job, Maisie. I’m thirteen years older than you. You’r?—”
“A grown woman who is perfectly capable of deciding things for myself,” she says, cutting me off. “Jesus, why are you so dead set on thinking that we couldn’t… do this. That we couldn’t keep whatever is between us a secret? Why can’t it just be between us and no one else!” Her cheeks are pink, her breath coming in hard little puffs as her eyes flare with something wild. “Is it because you’re a cow?—”
I cut her off by curving my fingers around her throat and pressing her back roughly against the doorframe. Heat darkens her gaze, making those blue pools in her irises dark like the ocean just before sunset. “This fucking mouth is just begging to be fucked.”
I don’t miss the way her breath quickens or the way that she attempts to squeeze her thighs together.
“Touch me. Stop fighting this and…” she murmurs and lifts onto the tips of her toes. My eyes fall shut the moment that I feel her press a kiss at the edge of my mouth, my hold on her throat loosening just enough for her to push against my chest. I step back, and she continues to walk me backward until I’m falling onto the couch, her gaze rooted on mine. “Just fuckingtouch me, Wilder.”
And then I do.
My palms curve around the back of her silky thighs, and I haul her toward me until she’s falling into my lap, straddling me. We’re moving together in a blur of limbs, her lips slanting over mine, my hands sliding up her thighs to the globes of her ass asshe grinds down on my cock, our tongues tangling together like we’re both fighting this battle together instead of alone.
Jesus fuck, how many times in the last month have I thought about this?
About tasting her again.
I manage to tear my lips from hers and stare up at her as she hovers over me. “This is all it’ll ever be between us. You want this? The sneaking around, me touching you… you have to understand that. It’ll only ever be physical.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just because I’m young doesn’t mean that I’m naive. I don’t want a Prince Charming. I want someone who’s going to make me come without needing a map to do it. It’s sex, not a commitment.”
“I think we both know that making you come has never been a problem.” My fingers flex on her ass, the tips digging into her delicate skin, and she lets out a whimper as she rocks her hips over my cock.
Reaching down, I lift the hem of my hoodie that’s swallowing her, dragging it up her thighs until I get a glimpse of pale pink, satin panties that are almost the same shade as her pretty little cunt.
There’s already a circle of wetness darkening the front, and the sight makes my cock twitch.
Fuck, I just want to tear that little scrap of fabric away and impale her on my cock. Watch her cunt stretching to take me.
Then I think about the fact that I took her fucking virginity against a bathroom wall in a dirty bar bathroom.
I have no clue about her sexual history, although from what I do know, I’m going to assume it probably isn’t much if I’m the asshole who popped her cherry.
Which means I can’t just pull my cock out and slam inside of her like I’m desperate to.
I didn’t take my time with her that night. I didn’t get to savor every little moan, every whimper. Her falling apart on my cock for the very first time. Not the way I wanted to.
That’s about to change. Starting right the fuck now.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
MAISIE
