Me:Yes, sir.
Gavin:Hmmm. Sir. I like that. Maybe we can try that out later?
Again, my cheeks heat at his innuendo. This is definitely not something I’ve ever considered in the past, but the thought of trying somethingdifferentwith Gavin doesn’t sound too scary.
Me:Possibly, but I can’t talk about it now. My students are taking a math test, so I should get off here. Just wanted to say thank you.
Gavin:And again, you’re welcome. Sorry if it causes you problems. I know people are probably asking questions, but my need to show you how much I’ve been thinking of you outweighed the rest.
Me:It was the best kind of surprise, and a first for me.
Gavin:Seriously?
Me:Yes. I’ve never had flowers sent to my place of employment from anyone other than my parents on my birthday.
Gavin:Mental note made. You deserve all the pretty flowers.
Before I can reply, he fires off another text.
Gavin:Have a great afternoon. See you in a few hours.
Me:See you soon.
I return my phone to my desk drawer and take a quick scan over the room. Everyone has their heads down, writing. My eyes land on Annabelle, who works diligently on her test. She’s seated in the front row, at her request, and looks up, making eye contact. She gives me a smile, one that makes my heart sing. She’s such a happy child. She can find joy in anything, especially books and crafts.
A girl after my own heart.
My mind flashes to her father. It’s been six weeks since we started seeing each other. It started off very casual, but has transformed into something more. At least it has for me, and even though we’ve not discussed it, I’m certain it has for him too. I may not be ready to admit it out loud, but I’ve fallen in love with him. Our time together is always too short, and when one of us leaves, an overwhelming sense of sadness overcomes me.
And if the look in his eyes is any indication, I think he feels it too.
But we’re not ready for more yet.
I have about three and a half months left of the school year, and then we can decide how we take the next step. I have a feeling we’ll be taking that leap together.
His truck is already in his driveway when I pull in. I barely pause in front of the garage bay I’ve been using before the door starts to rise. I spot his sweatpants first, followed by his fitted long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair is a mess, and it’s clear he just got out of the shower. He’s also wearing a wolfish grin, one that conveys exactly how excited he is to have me here.
I park my vehicle as the garage door comes down, and as soon as I press the button to shut off the car, my door is open. After quickly releasing my seat belt, he extends his hand and helps me from the car, something he does each and every time I arrive.
The moment the door is closed behind me, I’m pressed against the car, his mouth claiming mine. There’s an urgency, a fire in his kiss, as if I’m the very air he needs to breathe.
“Missed you today,” he mutters, his hands roaming up my sides and beneath my sweater.
His erection is already standing tall, pressed firmly between us. My hips start to move entirely on their own, craving more of his touch, needing him where I ache. I push up his shirt, desperately seeking his hot flesh beneath my fingertips. Clothes start to fly immediately. His shirt is gone, followed quickly by my own. He pulls my bra down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, causing a moan of pleasure to fall from my lips.
I kick off my ankle boots, grateful to be wearing a slip-on pair. Gavin reaches for the button to my slacks and practically rips it off my pants, but I don’t care. He can damage the zipper all he wants, as long as he helps alleviate this burn of desire settling between my thighs.
“Fuck,” he groans, slipping his fingers beneath my pants and pressing them into me. “You’re so fucking wet already.”
A whimper falls from my mouth as I move. “Need you so bad,” I confess, closing my eyes as the pleasure takes hold.
But as quickly as he’s touching me, he’s gone.
I open my eyes and find him pulling a condom from his sweatpants before thrusting them down his thighs. His erection is long, hard, and ready, and he makes fast work at covering it with the latex protection. I step out of my pants seconds before I’m lifted onto my car. The metal is cold from being outside, but my body is so hot, the temperature against my skin barely registers. The height of me sitting above the left front tire is perfect. My legs wrap around his waist as he pulls my panties aside and pushes inside me, filling me completely.
“Dammit,” he mutters, trying to grasp at his control.
Reaching up, I shift the cups of my bra so both nipples are exposed. His eyes dilate farther, the hazel coloring now dark with his desire. “Don’t stop,” I tell him, desperate for more.