I set my backpack down in his chair. “Sorry, I jogged over.”
“Maybe don’t wear a tank top to our lessons, Darren.” He stared me up and down with wide eyes as he took in the sight of me in shorts and a very tight tank top that I usually worked out in.
I brought my arms up and flexed. “What? Distracting?”
“You have no idea.” His frown told me exactly what his idea was. I grinned. It made me feel powerful and beautiful, and… Knowing how I made him feel – his admitting it – well, it did something to me. I liked it a lot.
“I spoke to my mom today. I thought I should… you know, tell her about what’s happening.” I shrugged.
“That’s not slow. I’m not ready for that!” He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
“I know. I just… I felt like I had to let them know. Well, my mom, anyway. She took it better than I thought she might.” I walked over and pulled his hands away from that beautiful face, and held them in my own. He didn’t fight me.
“Because they had plans for you.” He swallowed hard.
“One step at a time.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying,” he whispered.
“Before we start, Thomas…” I pulled him into me and wrapped my arms around him. I bent my head down to his. His head lifted slowly, and his eyes widened as I gently kissed him. His fingers were on the back of my head and my lower back. His crotch pressed into my thigh. My hands held him tightly as my tongue pressed gently between his lips and caressed his.
We didn’t start my lesson for another ten minutes. But I learned everything I wanted to through his moans and quick breaths.
Thomas was my favorite class.
He was my favorite everything.
9
THOMAS
Ithink we might be the only three professors who would be considered regulars at Ribbits. Triple P, Doc, and I tried to make it a weekly thing, but this semester had gotten away from us. In my defense, there was some life-altering shit happening at a pace I wasn’t ready for.
I said take it slow…
For the last couple of weeks, our lessons have been as much make-out sessions as anything else. I can’t help it. When he’s near me, I have to touch him – and then touching leads to kissing – and kissing leads to caressing – all on top of clothes, though. But I know that’s bound to change soon. I want it to.
Fuck.
I need it, too, because I can’t stop the way my body responds to his. The willpower that we are showing is inhuman at this point. It’s almost godly.
We talk a lot when I’m not in classes, or he’s not taking classes or rehearsing for soccer. Oh! Practice, I mean! Jocks practice, and musicians and actors rehearse. I even went to watch him practice from afar, so no one would see me. It was strangely hotter than I thought it would be. He practically prowled on the soccer field, and it made me proud of him. All of this sneaking around had a fun side that I had never experienced before. But it’s time for the sneaking to stop.
He's completely won me over. We text between our classes. We talk on the phone every night. We go out and eat together a couple times a week. We do everything we can to fulfill the connection that we have no choice over, except be alone. That’s only been happening in my office, and that’s started to go further than I would like – in the office, I mean. I can’t keep saying no and playing it safe. Love isn’t safe. It’s a constant leap into the unknown and risking everything for it. Something I have never really been very good at.
I crave security.
Darren would provide that security. I already knew that.
I needed safety.
With Darren, I would always be safe. He would never let anything happen to me. He was a walking wall of muscle and testosterone. No one would ever bother him.
The reasons I had to keep it slow were… stupid? Dumb? Moronic? All of the above.
If I hadn’t scheduled this with the boys, I would have rushed over to Darren’s place and thrown myself at him. That’s how weak I was right now. I know why. I felt the beginning of my heat coming on. I run like fucking clockwork. My heat is as uptight and anal as I am.
I hadn’t actually been avoiding my friends. With Darren and I talking so much, I just hadn’t been returning their phone calls very often. Eventually, after a text from Robert and a snippy phone call. We all agreed to get together at Ribbits tonight.
