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Every tutoring session flashes through my head. Every time I sat opposite her, watched her bite her lip and kept my hands to myself.
“If you keep moving like that,” I say against her ear, “I’m going to kiss you.”
Her breathing changes.
She rolls her hips again.
Fuck.
“And once I start, I’m not promising I’ll want to stop at your mouth.”
She turns in my arms, her hands sliding slowly up my chest.
Her pupils are blown wide. Red lips parted. Lord. I would love to see them wrapped around my cock.
“So don’t stop,” she says.
Whatever restraint I had left snaps.
I cup the back of her neck, drawing her closer until our mouths are barely apart.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Maybe I do.”
“No.” My thumb traces her lower lip. “Because if I get you alone, I’m going to take my time. I’m going to find every place that makes you shake and keep going until you forget you were ever supposed to be sensible.”
A soft sound escapes her.
She grabs my collar and pulls me down.
Our mouths collide.
Bea opens for me immediately, tongue meeting mine, both hands driving into my hair. I grip her hips and pull her flush against me so she can feel exactly what she’s done.
She moans into my mouth.
My control nearly fucking disappears.
I drag myself back just far enough to breathe, forehead pressed to hers.
“Outside.”
The word comes out rough.
I take her hand and pull her through the crowd. Out of habit, I quickly scan the room, relieved to find nobody paying an ounce of attention to us.
The alley door opens, and winter air hits us hard.
Bea shivers.
I barely let the door close before backing her against the brick wall.
“Cal—”
I kiss the rest of the word out of her mouth.
Harder this time.
