Page 24 of Directing You
Chapter 10
Reid
The next morning,I stretched, rolling onto my side as my forearm landed across Hazel’s torso. My first thought:It wasn’t a dream. Followed by my second thought:What the hell am I doing?
But that thought was just as quickly silenced when Hazel rolled over on her side, her bare lips parted as she sighed gently in her sleep. She was completely clothed, still in the same long-sleeved wine stained t-shirt as before, but had swapped the denim shorts for a pair of yoga pants for bed. I, on the other hand had enough forethought to take my polo shirt off and slept in pants and undershirt, cursing my judgment to not wear underwear yesterday. I fired off a quick text to my assistant asking him to pack me a weekend bag and bring it to this address.
Because if we only get one weekend together, then I wasn’t going to waste a second of it traveling uptown to my apartment for a clean pair of underwear.
I took in the moments just before she awoke. The way her mouth twitched and her shallow breath became deeper, hitching her chest higher until her eyes fluttered open.
I held my breath, waiting. It was the moment of truth. She would either remember that I was here and be happy to see me… or we’ll learn that she was in fact more drunk than she thought last night and she’ll freak out that I’m in her bed, even though not a thing happened. Except for that kiss.
Holy hell, what a kiss.
The shock on her face only lasted a second before her lips slipped into an easy grin and she nuzzled into my chest. “You’re still here.” Her voice held a sexy graveled rasp, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how she sounded every morning.
“Of course I am,” I said and kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm,” she wiggled against me, stretching to look up from where she laid on her side. “Better.”
“Not hungover?”
She shook her head, her eyelids still heavy as she shook off the sleep. “Does that mean we can…” Her words trailed off, but she slid her hand down my abdomen until she was grasping my erection in a firm grip. She kissed up my jaw until her mouth was at my ear and whispered, “Because I don’t want to wait anymore.”
A primal sound tore from my throat as I rolled on top of her, ravaging her mouth with a heated kiss. I tasted remnants of wine and a hint of cherry on her tongue as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, then slowly dragged them down over her hipbones.
I nibbled down the line of her jaw to her neck, trailing my tongue across to her shoulder while simultaneously tugging at her shirt to lift it over her head. I’d been dreaming about what her nipples looked like beneath those pasties. With a flick of my fingers, I had her bra undone, and as the straps skimmed down her arms, goose bumps rose on her skin in a trail behind them. The black lace cups fell, exposing her perky, firm, perfect breasts. And her nipples. God, they were more glorious than I had even imagined. Dark pink. Hardened into two tight nubs and calling for my mouth. I bent, rolling my tongue around one and basking in her moan as I palmed the other one, kneading it carefully in my hand. Not too gentle. Not too rough. Then I switched, giving her other breast my mouth.
Sitting up, I tugged her legs free from the yoga pants and parted her knees so I could kneel between them. A small scrap of black lace panties was all that separated my mouth from her pussy. I needed to taste her. I’d had one small sample that first night at the club when I licked my fingers, and I couldn’t get her out of my head since then.
I curled my fingers into her panties and slowly, painfully slowly, exposed her to me. She was pink and soft, and fuck me, her legs shifted anxiously, wrinkling the sheet beneath her as she awaited my mouth. I knelt between her spread thighs, staring at her beautiful body. I ran my hands down the sides of her ribs, over the curve of her waist and the swell of her luscious hips until my fingers brushed down her thighs, her skin like silk.
She whimpered before dragging in a strangled breath, and her hands flew to either side of the pillow below her head, clutching it. “Oh, Professor,” she moaned.
Fuck. “Say that again,” I growled.
She blinked, her toes curling against the dark purple bedspread, and she lifted her head to look at me. “Professor?” Her mouth curled into a smirk. “You like that?”
I shuddered, digging my fingers harder into where I clutched her thighs. I inched my mouth closer to her beautiful clit. “It’s so fucking wrong,” I said, more to myself than to her.
What was I doing?It’s so fucking wrong. Yes. Exactly. There was a reason directors shouldn’t fuck their actresses. And there wasdefinitelya reason professors shouldn’t fuck their students. With everything happening, it was my job to uphold these ethical standards. It was my job to set an example—and now because one sexy student batted her eyes at me, I was going to risk throwing away my career—and potentiallyhercareer—for one weekend of carnal pleasure?
But then…Hazel moaned my name. “Reid,” she cried, dragging her hands to her breasts and pinching her nipples. The sound of my name on her dewy lips was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. It was more beautiful than any song I’d heard sung on stage. More beautiful than the most moving play I’d ever directed.
All my doubt, all my fear dissolved with that single sound.
Gently, barely a flutter, I traced the outside of her clit, circling it with my tongue. Nothing in the world had ever tasted sweeter. No cake. No Moscato. Not even honey tasted this decadent.
One weekend would never be enough. The thought struck me hard and fast.
I slid my hands up to her smooth pussy and spread her wide before flattening my tongue and gliding it firmly up her length.
Her body jerked beneath me and her legs writhed. My dick was so hard it was throbbing, and my balls were tight and drawn up against my body. But I didn’t want to rush this. I didn’t want to speed through it. I wanted to savor every second, every taste.
With a featherlight touch, my finger circled at her opening and slowly pushed inside of her, stroking within her slick center until I found the textured nub deep inside. I wrapped my lips around her clit as she moaned, grinding into my face.
I inhaled her scent. Swallowed every whimper and moan as my finger twisted and pumped inside of her. Then, I devoured her wet little pussy. All that control I was so mindful of moments ago went out the window. I lapped at her clit, sucked, nibbled, bit, and swallowed every drop of her arousal.
