A moment of silence sneaks between us when we look at each other, neither of us moving toward the other before she finally pushes the door open, collects her coat, and unlocks her seat belt.
“Have a good night,” she says, and I watch her go to the entrance, unlocking the door and getting in.
The lights come on in the house, and I watch her move around her place before she exits my line of sight.
I can’t make myself drive away.
That pure kiss we just shared rubs me the wrong way.
A few more moments pass before I slide out of my seat, shut the door, and round my car, and check the street before making a beeline for her door.
I wouldn’t forgive me if that lousy kiss was all I left her with. A short knock on her door doesn’t do it. She must be somewhere in the back already, so I knock harder.
Her heels click across the hallway before the door opens, and she greets me in her sexy dress and heels, wearing no coat this time.
Her eyebrows are smoothly knitted into a questioning look.
“Did you forget something?”
“Uh-huh,” I push out before I wrap an arm around her waist, slide my hand into her hair, and bring her to my lips.
Our lips connect like warriors fighting the battle of their lives. No hesitation. Because hesitation is death, I come to learn.
All the tension that has fueled our banter is nicely flowing through the hunger scalding our mouths.
What a beautiful minx my little school teacher is.
This time, we open the gates of heaven, opening our lips and getting a taste of how sex would feel if we had it.
She lets me thrust my tongue into her mouth, and my cock quickly stands at attention. But I won’t fuck her tonight.
I’ll drive her crazy, and little by little, she’ll fall to her knees and satisfy my every pleasure while I’ll satisfy her every whim.
And then we’ll have two options.
We either burn like candles and pull away with some remarkable memories, or we’ll never live without each other again.
17
SCARLETT
I wokeup at six in the morning.
Six o’clock? In the winter break?
That never happens.
I maybe slept five hours, if that.
That man knows how to kiss.
His knocking on my door destroyed all my dire predictions.
I did everything I could to hide how I felt about him.
Our back and forth in the car made me nervous and anxious, annoying the hell out of me. And yet, it only made me want him more, whichmade no sense.
None of what we did made sense.
