Page 8 of Valentine's Kisses
She blinks and licks her lips again. I imagine those pouty lips kissing me, wrapping around my dick, taking me in…
“I would like to draw you, Professor Michaels, and fuck the rules.” Her eyes go round with shock at her own spoken words, and she clamps a hand over her mouth.
I chuckle and reach for her hand, gently prying her hand from her mouth. “I love that thought, princess. Fuck the rules.”
I pull at the hem of my shirt. Her eyes widen even more as I tug the piece of clothing over my head.
“Draw me, Gabrielle. Touch me and draw me.” I don’t even recognize my own husky voice. It drips heavy with desire. My jeans are tight as my cock swells with want. I want to feel her softhands on me. I want to be the first man she experiences anything and everything with.
She reaches out an unsteady hand and touches my chest hair. “I can touch you…however I like?”
I stalk closer to her and lay her hand over my heart. “Anywhere, Gabrielle. You can touch me anywhere at all.”
She gulps and then uses one delicate finger to trace around my nipple. I shiver in response.
“Are you cold, Professor Michaels?” she asks softly.
I chuckle. “No, Gabrielle, not cold. Just reacting to your touch. And you can call me Flynn. After all, I am half naked in front of you. This is just us, not teacher and student. Artist and subject. Just think of me that way.”
She traces my midline with her fingernail and my muscles contract. “I don’t think I can think of you that way,” she murmurs.
I cock my head and study her. Her pupils are blown with lust and desire and her cheeks are flushed. We’re both adults. We both want each other. And I want her for more than a night. I want her forever. It’s time to make my move.
“How about you think of me as a man who is very attracted to you and would like to be touched by you?” I ask softly.
Chapter Nine
The Temptress
I’ve never wanted anything the way I want him. Fuck the rules because I want to fuck him. –Gabrielle
Gabrielle
He shivers again as my fingernail traces a line down his stomach. He’s so hard…everywhere. The muscles of his stomach are rigid. He obviously works out, in addition to playing the sport he’s so good at. I bite my lip. I should definitely watch more hockey.
“You really don’t mind that I don’t have any experience?” I ask shyly. “I’ve never touched a man before…um, anywhere.” I feel so foolish about that now.Who gets to twenty with no experience at all?
I glance up at his face and see his blue eyes light up with desire. The pupils widen and his nostrils flare. “I like being the only man you’ve ever touched,” he says huskily and reaches out to rub his thumb over my bottom lip. “In fact, I want to be the only man you ever do…lots of things with.”
I close my eyes as I continue to run my hand over his taunt muscles. “E…everything?”
His hand touches my cheek, and my eyes fly open. “Absolutely everything, Gabrielle. From this moment on, you’re mine. You’re all I need.”
I nibble on my bottom lip again. “Wh…what about the school? What about the rules? What about what everyone will say?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Gabrielle, I took this job because I love art and I wanted to try teaching. I will be fine if it doesn’t work out. And screw everyone else. I don’t care about what people say.”
“S…so I can touch you however I want?” I murmur. “Wherever I want.” My heart pounds at the thought. So many delicious places to touch and explore.
“Anywhere you want, honey. Anywhere at all.” He places a hand over my palm and moves my hand, so it covers one of his nipples. He closes his eyes and emits a low moan when I rub my finger over the dark area with my thumb.
I continue, fascinated. “I didn’t know touching you like that felt so good for you. I thought women only feel good when their nipples are rubbed.” I say my thoughts aloud, and then blush.He must think I’m an idiot.
“Hey,” he says softly, “there’s no reason to get embarrassed. I want you to learn about my body. Just like I want to learn about yours.” He pauses. “Do you like to touch yourself, sweetheart?”
“Y…yes,” I say honestly. “Sometimes at night, under the covers. Especially if I’m thinking about you.”
I hear his sharp intake of breath and wonder if I’ve gone too far.
