The next hour is boring, yet torturous hell except for the anticipation of being with Cecilia.
We get to the diner a few minutes before midnight. The door’s still open. She locks it behind us and sends us to the corner booth, sliding in between us.
Her citrusy scent makes my cock hard. The twinkle in her eye makes my cock hard. The softness of her skin pressing into my side makes my cock hard. I might have called Lennox out for falling for her quickly, but I beat him to it. I want her in ways I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want to be her everything.
Lennox leaves an inch of space between himself and Cecilia. I can respect the remnants of his struggle, but we’re in a tough position now, seeing how determined she is to find someone to teach her.
She sets her notepad and pen on the table. “Do I need to take notes?”
“No notes.” I kiss the side of her head. It takes all of my willpower to pull my lips from her hair. “We’ll go with whatever’s right in the moment.”
“Okay.” She turns to Lennox. “In this moment, it would feel right for you to kiss me the way he just did.” She looks forward and taps the side of her head.
“Cecilia.” Stress laces Lennox’s use of her name. He sounds more like a father than a naughty tutor. “We need to take this slowly.”
“Yeah, just a peck.”
If it hadn’t been so obvious that he’s obsessed with her, I wouldn’t push. But he is. That’s our dynamic—he overthinks, I push. And now is one of those times he needs a nudge. “Just a little one on the side of her head. If it does nothing for you, no harm done for opting out.”
Lennox asks, “Are we alone?”
She nods. “Yeah, and no one can see this booth from outside.”
Lennox moves an arm onto the back of the booth, turns to her, and closes his eyes. I’m shocked by how hot it is watching him kiss her. I’d expected to be focused on her, and I am, but I love seeing him please her.
He’s letting go. It might seem like a small move to an outsider, but this is huge.
Cecilia’s eyes flutter shut and her mouth falls slack. Lennox takes his time, moving his lips back and forth the tiniest bit. “Cecilia…”
I don’t know who’s more curious what he was going to say, but he pulls away, removes his arm from the back of the booth, puts it on the table, and clears his throat.
“Wow,” she says breathlessly.
“Exactly,” I say, expecting Lennox to chime in, but he just grumbles.
Cecilia’s voice wavers with desire. “We should get out of here for the rest of the lesson.”
Lennox taps both hands on the table. “That’s all for tonight.”
“That wasn’t even on the lips.” Cecilia looks between the two of us. She and I clearly aren’t on the same page as Lennox.
His tone grows irritated. “What did you expect? Sex for lesson number one?”
“Actually.” Cecilia raises her hands then flops against the padded backrest. “Unless you’re not into it.”
“You have no idea,” Lennox practically growls.
“Then educate me. I only have a week.” Frustration ripples through her words.
A week? She can’t possibly know our timeline. I can’t stand to see her like this. I grab her hand and lower it into my lap. “This is for you, Firecracker.”
Maintaining eye contact, she squeezes her fingers around my incredibly uncomfortable jeans-covered cock.
“Blake,” Lennox chastises. “We’re not having sex for a first date—not that this is a date. We need to get to know each other first.”
Squeeze. Release. She’s toying with me. I’m about to ask Lennox to define ‘sex’ when the first undeniable pull of release threatens.
I can’t come like this.
