I knew I was going to want her, but I never dreamed it would be this desperately. “Fuuuck… you are so sexy.”
One of her arms is wrapped around my shoulders, the other reaching so her hand can grasp the back of my head. She squeezes tightly, pulling me close. Her once-soft whispers are now breathy moans against my ear. “Take me to your bed.”
I stop and savor the feel of her body pressed against mine for a moment before lowering her feet to the floor. I press my forehead to hers and simply covet sharing the same space before saying those dreaded words. “I wish I could.”
“You can, Duke. I’m ready. I want this.” She cradles the sides of my face and leans in to pick up with our kiss.
“I can’t.” I grasp her wrists and hold her at a distance. I kiss the inside of her palm to lessen the sting of what I’m about to say. “Going this far with you was wrong.”
Claudia shakes her head. “Nothing about this is wrong. We belong together. I know it. You know it. And pretty soon our friends and family are going to know it too.”
No. No. No. “That can’t happen.”
“Itcanhappen. And it’s going to happen.”
“You’re right. It is but not before you turn eighteen.”
“No, Duke. That’s two months away. I can’t be apart from you again.”
“We don’t have to be apart. We just can’t be sexually active until you reach the age of consent. I could get into some serious trouble. Not just a slap on the wrist.”
“We’ll be careful. No one will know.”
It would be irresponsible to take that kind of chance. “We can’t allow ourselves to get caught up in this kind of situation again. Doesn’t matter how strong-willed I am. I’m a man and being between your legs makes me weak as fuck.”
“You like being between my legs, huh?”
The temptation is unbelievable. My dick gets hard and it literally gains the power to override all rational thoughts in my mind. “Oh, I more than like being between your legs.”
“I more than like it, too.”
I release her wrists and take her hands in mine. “Eight weeks isn’t that long.”
The corner of her mouth pulls downward. Not quite a frown but definitely not the beautiful smile I love seeing. “Eight weeks feels like an eternity, but I guess we can try.”
“There’s no room totry. This is a serious matter, Claud.”
“I hear what you’re saying. And I’m going to be a good girl. Promise.” Her half-frown transitions into a naughty smirk. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen that look. Trouble always accompanies it.
“You better be a good girl. ‘Cause I’d look horrible in one of those orange jumpsuits, picking up trash on the side of the road.”
“Stop, Duke. Don’t say things about going to jail. That’s not going to happen.”
“Damn right, it’s not. Because I’m keeping my hands—and my dick—to myself until you blow out eighteen candles.” And after she does, I’m going to put her over my knee and give her eighteen smacks across that sweet little bare ass.
* * *
Five nights of tutoring. Five nights of teasing. Five nights of toying. Add those things together and what do you get? A record-setting case of blue balls.
But it’s not Claudia’s fault. If she did nothing but breathe, my dick would still get hard for her.
I’ve never had to exercise so much fucking self-control in my life. That shit is exhausting, but one hundred percent necessary. Otherwise, I’d have Claudia shoved against the wall again, except with my cock buried deep inside her.I can’t wait until that day comes.
Claudia leaps into my arms as soon as I open the door. “Is this happiness to see me or happiness your calculus test is behind you?”
“Both.”
“How do you think you did?”