“Sinclair.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Tori’s not either,” I remark.
Not many people are back yet.That’s usually how it goes at the end of a short half-term holiday.Everyone wants to make themost of their free time.The school is deserted and quiet, and that won’t change until everyone’s around this evening.
So now we’re alone.I know it.And Colin knows it too.
He makes a reluctant sound as I turn slightly away from him and look toward the door.It’s unlikely that anyone will come in, but...should I lock it?Do I need to, for what we’re going to do?Are we even going to do anything, or am I imagining the spark between us just now?
I must be imagining it.Hey, we only just got back from a very tiring trip.We should rest.But I don’t want to rest.I want to touch Colin and be touched by him.And not gently.
God, I want to sleep with him.Not beside him, not in his arms.I want to feel him.I’ve wanted that for so long.I’m addicted to his company and his touch, and if I don’t get more of it soon, I’m in danger of going insane.
But I’m not going to be the one to force anything.This thing between us will happen when he’s ready.
And Colin’s ready.He lets me feel that as he steps up behind me.Close behind me.So close that my bum is touching his crotch.He presses against me.Hard and unyielding, and I don’t care that those two words mean much the same.My brain stopped functioning in the second that I realized he has a hard-on.Because of me.I feel kind of dizzy.
I want to turn around to him, but Colin’s hands hold me tight.Then they stroke my hair over my shoulder, and he presses his lips to my skin.I feel their heat on the back of my neck.As I rub myself slightly against him, he groans aloud.Colin leans my head back a wee bit.
This isn’t a friendly or a fleeting touch.It’s an exploration, tender but possessive.My knees soften, and I have to shut my eyes as he caresses my neck.His tongue slides over my hot skin and I burn up.
His voice in my ear is rough but strong.“Want me to stop?”
“No.”It’s hard, but I manage to keep my voice firm as I answer.“I want...more.I want you.”
“And I wantyou,” he says, turning me to face him in one quick movement.“You, Olive.”His hands hold faster to my hair, but when his lips find mine, they’re gentle, only brushing against me.
I expected something different, and the softness of his kisses overwhelms me.My stomach clenches, and I let my head sink back slightly.I melt in his hands.Colin sighs as if this is what he’s been waiting for.My pulse is racing, my skin burning, as he slowly explores me with his mouth.
He presses me onto the chair, reaches into my hair again, rougher now.Only a wee bit, but I like it.The sweet pain as he pulls my head aside to make more room for himself.His hot breath on my sensitive skin, his large hand gliding over my collarbone to my breast.I whimper with longing as he takes it in his hand and strokes his thumb over it.
“Harder,” I breathe, and Colin obliges.He’s doing it all at once.He’s touching my body, he’s kissing my neck, my jaw, my temples.The speed makes me dizzy; although I’m sitting down, it feels more like I’m floating.
I lean into him, but Colin presses me against the chair back and steps in front of me.
“Shut your eyes,” he demands.
I don’t want to at first, but when I do, the intensity of his touchhits me with an unexpected force.I can’t see him, can’t touch him.I can only squirm and hope he won’t stop.
His kisses grow hungrier, more urgent, wetter.He runs his lips over my jaw and down my throat, where he finds a spot that makes everything within me contract.
I lift my chin and arch toward him because I need more of it.I get it when Colin’s hand slips under my top.I’m not wearing a bra because I only just got out of the shower, and I feel his warmth directly on my skin.
“Undress me,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
I only realize what I just said when Colin hesitates.And I know what he’s thinking about.What happened the first time I undressed in front of him.
Shit.I’ve fucked up.He’s standing behind me, I can’t see his face, but I feel his hand twitch on my breast.I hold it tight and turn toward him.
His perfect lips are slightly swollen, his sharp cheeks flushed.The lust hasn’t disappeared from his eyes, but there’s a hint of panic now too.
My knees are weak as I stand up.
“Undress me, Colin,” I repeat, not breaking eye contact with him.“Please.”
He doesn’t move.He’s gone, the dominant male who presses me onto the chair and holds me there where he wants me, to kiss me.And I need him back, so I take a step toward him.
