He radiates warmth like I’m sitting next to a stove, and as he leans closer and more of his scent sinks into my lungs, my head starts to spin. My lips part, desperate for his kiss. And for a moment, I’m sure he’s about to give it to me…
Myfirstkiss.
But at the last moment, he pivots, slides to the side, and breathes gently on my neck as he grasps a fistful of my hair, threading the strands through his fingers.
My back arches, moving me closer to him, and that’s when I feel it. A thick knot between his legs, pressing against my thigh. The desperate need in my core rises to an all-time high, and I swell inside at the realization.
I did that to him.
Just feeling it on my leg has my imagination soaring off into countless speculative fantasies as the pressure in my chest builds. What does it look like? Feel like? I’m dying for answers.
His hold on me tightens. One hand in my hair, one on my waist. Such a solid grip. I can’t even imagine how much stronger than me he is. I bet he could fight off ten men if he wanted to protect me.
And that really,reallyturns me on.
“I can’t be doing this, Gracie.” He sniffs at my neck like a hungry wolf that’s caught a delicious scent. “Your father—”
“Is not here.” My voice. My words. But hell if I know where all this conviction is coming from. I’m trembling. And I know he can feel it. But I’m also on fire for him. My panties are soaked.I’m dripping onto his desk. And all I want to do is push things further.
Chris shakes his head. “He would kill me.”
Now is my chance. I lean closer, bringing my lips just a hair’s breadth from his ear, and whisper, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
His voice breaks, and the inevitable lightning bolt cracks. “Why do you do this to me, Gracie?”
Before I can smile, he has both hands on my thighs and is spreading me open. A tiny hint of timidity rings through me as he looks up my skirt, but when I see the reaction in his eyes, I’m overcome.
“Soaked panties,” his voice rumbles, causing my nipples to perk beneath my bra. I’m about to speak when I feel his breath on the inside of my thigh. Like I’ve been burned, I snatch him by the collar, pulling him deeper into the crux of my legs.
I feel his groan vibrate through me and nearly fall back off his desk.
The tip of his nose drags a soft line up my most tender flesh. I want to scream but thankfully remember where we are and muffle my moans with my arm as he breathes in, inhaling deeply like a man possessed.
Again, a swell of bashfulness creeps through me. Chris is the only one who has ever been this close to my intimate area. And my cheeks start to prickle with blush. But what happens next knocks all thought from my mind.
Chris pulls my panties aside, and before I can gasp, he drags his tongue up my most precious center. A brand-new sensation gathers in my core, like a bomb ready to go off.
He’s…licking me. There.
Before I know what’s happening or can decide how to react, Chris finds my hidden nub with his tongue and takes it into his lips. Gently sucking, he sweeps back and forth with his tongue,jolting me with little flickers of intensity that cause my whole body to tighten.
I’m going to explode.
I’m going to scream.
Chris seems to know this because the next thing I know, he’s stuffing a T-shirt into my mouth. It’s damp with what I know is his sweat, is salty and is awash in his scent. It doesn’t gross me out. In fact, it enhances everything.
My hips buck. I rock against his tongue, the scruff of his beard roughly rubbing against my butt. I’m sweating. My eyelids flutter on their own as the pressure inside me rises to its breaking point.
“Mr. Davis?” A knock on the door snaps me back to reality. “Mr. Davis, I have something for you.”
A teacher? No, not a teacher. A student.
Whoever it is tries the handle, but nothing happens. I smile, knowing I locked it when I came in.
“Not now, Regina!” Chris barks, his tone ferocious in a way I haven’t heard before. He’s like a different man. Fierce. Protective.
There’s a pause. His breath titillates my arousal, causing me to press back against his face, yearning for more.
