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She turns to me, her lips plump, and her breath deepens. She looks at me with begging eyes. I can’t hold back. I really fucking can’t.
I slam my lips down against hers. I need to taste her. I need to feel her. The second our lips touch, I’m lost. Completely and utterly lost. My tongue tangles with hers, and I can’t stop. My hand curls into her hair, and I deepen the kiss.
She releases a low moan in the back of her throat, and it encourages me to deepen it even more.
I caress her tongue with mine, loving the way she runs her hands up my chest and around my neck. Her fingers tangle with my hair. I’m not sure why I do it, but I pull her down onto the sofa, with me on top of her, and deepen the kiss even more. God, I can’t get enough.
I kiss my way down to her neck, and then back up to her ear. I nibble at her earlobe, and she gasps. I run my hands down her neck and to her shoulders. When I hear her sharp intake of breath, it seems to give me a moment of clarity.
I jerk up and look down at her. She looks fucking beautiful. So fucking hot. Her plump lips, her begging eyes that are filled with lust.
“Wha—?” she breathes.
“Fuck,” I growl as I climb off her.
We can’t do this. We can’t fucking do this.
“You’re my student, Anastasia. This is wrong.”
She blinks, and it seems to clear the lust from her eyes. “Oh,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.” She gets to her feet, her hands shaking. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” She starts to pack up her bag, her lips trembling. She’s close to crying.
I reach for her, hating to see that she’s upset. “No,” I say a little louder than I intended. “It’s not your fault. It was just a kiss.” Who the fuck am I trying to convince? It was a hell of a kiss.
She swipes her tongue across her lips. “I’ve never done that before,” she admits.
What the fuck?
“I’m sorry, what?” I hiss as I rock back on my heels. “You haven’t done what?”
She slides her gaze to the right. “Kissed anyone.”
“Surely you’ve had sex?” I ask, needing her to say yes. I’m not sure I can hold back knowing that she’s a virgin.
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “No, never. I’m really sorry, I should leave.” She reaches for her bag and finishes packing it up. I leave her be, knowing that if I don’t, I’m not going to be able to hold back from her.
Watching her leave is torture. All I want, is to pull her into my arms and kiss her again. But I can’t. Fuck. I can’t. She’s my student. There’s no way that we can explore this intense chemistry that we have.
There’s no way in hell.
But fuck. I want her. I’ve never had this intense feeling before, and it pisses me off that I can’t have her.
The door closes behind her, and I pull in a ragged breath.
I hope that I’m able to fight my urges when I’m around her.
ChapterThree
Anastasia
Ilook like crap. No amount of makeup can hide the bags that are under my eyes. I’ve barely slept. My mind keeps whirling with that kiss. God, it’s all that I can think about, all that I see. Jacob has really screwed with my mind, and I hate it. I should be focusing on my school work but instead, I’m barely able to function.
“Stasi,” Erin whispers. “What’s going on?”
I should have known that my best friend would have spotted that something wasn’t right. “I’m fine, tired. I’ve been working on studying.”
She shakes her head. “Ah, Stasi,” she sighs. “What am I going to do with you?”
I laugh. This girl is determined to have me going to parties and having fun. She doesn’t want me to spend all my time studying. She wants me to let loose and enjoy the college experience. “Love me?” I reply with a big grin. I adore that she’s already cheered me up. She’s made me smile, and it’s almost nine in the morning.
