Page 23 of Directing You
Before I could slide my hand down to her tight ass, she pulled away, still grinning from ear to ear, and took a casual step back. As if she hadn’t just kissed the fuck out of me and left me hard and panting on this damn sidewalk.
Fuck me.
I raked my hands through my hair and let my hands fall listlessly to my sides. My breath was heavy. Embarrassingly heavy, if I was the sort of man to get embarrassed. My cock was now fully hard. Maybe the hardest I’d ever been in my life. This was now the second time that Hazel got me worked up, only to leave me unsatiated, with a raging case of blue balls.
“Hazel,” I said, my voice deep and graveled. “I can’t. If I do this, I’m no better than Professor Lewis. I can’t be that guy. I couldn’t live with myself—”
She cut me off mid-sentence, taking one step closer. I countered her, backing against the wrought iron fence. “You arenothinglike him,” she said, her voice sounding as needy as I felt. It gave me comfort…the fact that I wasn’t alone in these feelings. “To start with, we met before you were my teacher. We had an established attraction and chemistry before there was this power dynamic.” She shivered as she saidpower dynamicand I could see the goose bumps race down her legs. “Secondly,” she whispered, looking up at me with doe eyes that were nearly beaming in the glow of the streetlamp. “This is consensual. I’m a consenting adult and Iwantyou. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop ever since that night we met. And now? All I wish is that I would have gone home with you that night. Because back then we didn’t know any better. And I’m afraid that was my only chance to be with you.”
I scrubbed my palm over my stubble. I felt the same fucking way. That night was our one shot to be together without consequence. We could have truly said we didn’t know any better and been safe from the powers that be at the school. Now? We knew the consequences. We knew the trouble we could get into. And fuck me, I didn’t care. It was worth it for one night with her.
“How drunk are you?” I asked, placing my hands gently on her shoulders and moving her to arm’s length.
“I’m tipsy,” she admitted. “Not drunk.” She licked her lips again, and I made a mental note to buy the girl some damn Chapstick, because if I had to keep seeing her lick and nibble her bottom lip, I might explode.
Did she know how intoxicating she was? How utterly magnetic she was? And not simply because she was beautiful. There was more to her than just good looks. She was charming. And witty. She made me laugh—something only a handful of people had truly been able to do since Faith left me.
And that was precisely why she was so dangerous. Why I needed to step away. And yet my feet…my damn feet…they weren’t moving. I cleared my throat. “I would rather you were sober. Completely.” If I was being honest, I would rather I was completely sober too. My head was spinning, and even though I also wasn’t drunk, I’d had one more glass of wine than I had planned tonight.
She closed the distance between us, her breasts once again brushing my chest, and fuck me, I could feel her pebbled nibbles against me through my polo shirt. “Then let’s go make a pot of coffee,” she whispered, pushing onto her toes and devouring my mouth once more.
I let her take that kiss. I wanted it too. It was stupid to deny it. I scooped my hands into her hair and drew her deeper against me. Lust clawed up my spine, tearing through me, as my dick throbbed against the hip bone she was purposefully thrusting into me.
Her lips moved from mine, kissing across my jaw until she nipped my ear. She leaned beyond me, inserting her key into the door and opening it. After stepping through, she paused, jerking her head toward the inside. An invitation to follow her. No, not an invitation. A demand. If there was one thing I could say for Hazel Stone, she knew what she wanted and she took it.
I mumbled an unintelligible curse, looking over my shoulder before following her into the building to her first-floor apartment. It was a pretty large apartment for the village—a small kitchen and living room right when you walked in, and three doors flanking the main area. One, I could tell, was a bathroom. Another, I assumed, was a bedroom. I pointed to the third door. “Roommate?”
She shook her head. “Not since Rosa moved out. I couldn’t stand living with someone other than her.”
She didn’t give me much time to look around before she grabbed my hand, dragging me into one of the bedrooms. She scooped under my shirt, untucking it from my pants and kissing her way frantically up my neck. “Hey,” I said, breathing deep and tracing my thumb up her jaw from her lips. “Slow down. What’s the rush?”
She dropped the hem of my shirt, inhaling a sharp breath, and I saw a moment of panic in her eyes that caused my whole body to tense.
“I’m—I’m afraid you’re going to change your mind.”
I swallowed the knot in my throat, but that did nothing to relieve it. “You know how much trouble we could get into for this, right?” I asked. She needed to know…to understand…what we were doing here. I needed confirmation from her that she understood.
She nodded. “Yes. But I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve tried. No amount of time with my vibrator has worked.”
With a frustrated groan, I closed my eyes against the image of her pumping a vibrator in and out of her pussy while she gently circled her clit with her other hand…all the while thinking of me. Fuck, I wanted to see that. “Okay,” I said. “As long as we both know the consequences and still want to do this. Because, fuck me, do I want to do this.”
“Just for tonight,” she clarified, and a twinge of sadness spiked through my gut at her admission. Why? Why the hell did that strike me like a blow to the chest? I didn’t want a relationship. I had all but sworn off them since Faith. But I nodded all the same.
“Just for this weekend,” I clarified. “Because tonight we’re sleeping together… but only that. Just sleeping. When we do this, I want you to be of complete and total sound mind.”
She looked surprised and for a moment, I thought she was going to argue with me. But then, just as quickly as the defiant look crossed her face, it was gone. Softened with the same acknowledgment and understanding I’d just had—she nodded. “But you’ll stay the night? Even if we don’t…” her voice trailed off.
I took a step forward, brushing my finger beneath her chin and lifting her lips to mine. With my mouth grazing hers, I answered, “I’ll stay all night.”
