She lets out another sexy whimper when I kiss my way to the other corner of her mouth and start on her bottom lip. This time I can’t resist running my tongue along her plump skin before giving it a soft suck. By the time I’ve kissed and tasted every part of her lips, we’re both breathing heavily and she’s gripping the back of my neck like she doesn’t trust her own ability to stay upright.
Pulling back just enough so I can see her, I drink in the sight of her heavy-lidded eyes, the way her pupils are blown, and thedesperate little noises she’s making as she tries to pull me closer again.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, and then I press my mouth to hers and kiss her. The noise she makes is part sigh of relief and part whimper for more. Soon both her arms are wrapped around me, fingers sliding into my hair as I pull her body flush against mine. She melts into me, all her soft curves molding so perfectly to the hardness of my body, and when my hand slides down her spine to rest on her low back, she moans and opens wider for me. Her tongue brushes mine, causing an ache in my cock that’s so deep I fear it’ll never go away. I know she can feel how badly I want her. When she rocks her hips and presses in harder, causing enough friction to make me groan, I realize how close I am to losing control.
Using more self-control than I knew I possessed, I break our kiss and rest my forehead against hers. While I try to get my body to calm down, she works on making sure it never will. I feel her soft lips as they kiss along my jaw. When the wet heat of her tongue brushes along my skin, I groan and tighten my grip on her. She doesn’t stop. She kisses my face like she’s committing it to memory, and when she’s had her fill, she pulls me even closer and gives my nose piercing a soft peck.
I smile at how sweet and intimate the gesture feels while she says, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you got it.”
“You have?”
“I have.” She cups my face and gives me one more soft, lingering kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do a lot of things with you.”
I know I’m grinning like an idiot, but I can’t stop it, and I’m too busy being happy to care. “Such as?” I ask, and as soon as her cheeks turn pink, I laugh and kiss her forehead.
“Believe me, there’s no way you’ve thought about it as much as I have.”
She hugs me and buries her face in my neck, and she fits just as perfectly as I knew she would. The soft kiss she gives me is the sweetest kind of torture, but when she says, “I bet you I’ve thought about it more,” my cock grows even bigger and I have to force myself to behave. I don’t want to jump from first kiss to losing my virginity all in the span of one evening. I’m having way too much fun torturing myself by taking it slow, and she deserves more than that. I don’t want to skip steps with her. I want them all, and I want to give them all to her.
I run my fingers through her hair while she nuzzles against my neck. Our arms are tightly wound around each other, and I had no idea a hug could be so erotic. I think I could spend hours just hugging this woman and never get sick of it. She seems to feel the same way, so I don’t pull back. I just hold her, feeling more at peace than I ever have in my life. I’m not worried about work, or thinking about the horrific images that I can’t forget but know I’ll force myself to see again, I’m not thinking about any of that. I’m just thinking about her, and it’s perfect.
“Is this crazy?”
Her words are barely more than a whisper near my ear, but I hear her and I know exactly what she means because I’m feeling it too.
“Very,” I say, feeling the heat of her breath when she huffs out a soft laugh. “But that doesn’t make it any less real.”
“It doesn’t,” she agrees. She squeezes me even tighter, wrapping herself around me as much as she can before she pulls back and says, “I wish I could stay here like this with you.”
Seeing her look so sad has me instantly reaching for her again, because every instinct I have is now geared towards making sure she’s okay. I cup her face and kiss her forehead again. “Just because we can’t stay exactly like this doesn’t mean we can’t still be together as much as possible. I know you’re busywith school, and I would never ask you to put that aside for me, but we can still make time for each other, right?”
She nods and reaches up to wrap her hands around my wrists. “Even on nights when I have to study, maybe I could do it here so we can at least be around each other.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she gets nervous and tries to backtrack. “I mean, if you want. I understand if you don’t because that’ll be really boring for you.”
I can’t help but smile at how cute she looks when she’s nervous. Putting her out of her misery, I say, “I would love that, and this way I’ll be able to make sure you get enough to eat. I have a feeling you skip meals when you’re preoccupied.”
“I always make up for it when I snap out of it,” she argues.
Reaching my hand down, I rest it on her perfect ass before giving it a squeeze and then a soft pat. “God, I’m never going to get tired of touching you,” I tell her. “And no more forgetting about meals. I’ll make sure you always get fed.”
She grins and slides her hands along my forearms before running them up my biceps and then across my chest. “I’m really glad I no longer need the motorcycle as an excuse to grope you.”
My surprised laugh is a mix of disbelief and pure fucking gratitude that this woman wants me. “You never need an excuse to touch me, Van. I’m all yours.”
When her dimple appears, I quickly kiss it and then grab her hand, leading her from the room. “We need to get away from that bed,” I tell her, “and I promised I’d help you with your computer.”
Her blue eyes dart back to the large bed, giving it a longing look before nodding in agreement and letting me pull her back into the living room. This time when I help her with her laptop, I do it with her on my lap. It’s the funnest computer lesson I’ve ever given, even if it does leave me with an ache in my balls unlike anything I’ve ever known. I can’t resist sneaking kisses toher neck every time I lean in to show her something, and from the way she keeps wiggling in my lap, I’m not the only one who’s close to the edge.
Savanna’s wrong about being bad with computers. I mean, she is truly awful with them, but it’s not because she isn’t smart. She’s just never been taught how to properly use one. The woman in my lap is intelligent in the kind of way that’s always going to keep me on my toes, and I love that about her. I’ve read the papers she’s written for her classes, and her understanding of early education techniques and the creative ideas she has to incorporate them into her future classroom is nothing short of brilliant. She’s going to be an amazing kindergarten teacher, and the kids are going to be damn lucky to have her. I have no doubt she’s going to be the kind of teacher that leaves a lasting impression on kids, the kind that has them looking back as adults and remembering this time in their lives with nothing but fondness.
When she doesn’t have any more questions, she shuts the laptop and turns her head to look at me. “Thanks for helping me again.”
“I’ll help you anytime you want.”
She starts fidgeting with my finger again, causing my lip to twitch while I fight my smile. Finally, she says, “I know this is quick, and I’m not sure exactly how serious this is to you, but if we’re going to be seeing each other, then I’d like you to meet my parents.” She gives me a quick, shy grin. “I know it’s kind of silly, but I’m really close to them, and I don’t want to keep this a secret.”
“I’m glad you said something because my Uncle Vitaly already told me to bring you to the next family supper.”
She laughs and asks, “He did?”
