It’s slow. Slower than it was before between us. Like we’re taking our time to taste each other. And he tastes… decadent.
I lean in, needing the warmth of his body against mine. Suddenly freezing without him.
Beckett tilts his head further. The brush of his stubble against the sensitive skin at the side of my mouth is the perfect contrast as his smooth tongue searches for entry.
I let him in.
Buzz.
The hand on the back of my neck, slides up into my loose hair and I moan.
Buzz.
My hands are still trapped between us, Beckett’s grip never loosening.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Breaking the kiss, Beckett leans his forehead against mine, “Fucking hell.”
Releasing my hands, but not my neck he reaches into his pocket to pull out his vibrating phone.
“The fair has started,” Beckett’s exhale is full of sexual frustration. “Clint’s making sure I haven’t forgotten.”
“Oh,” and then I remember where we are, “Oh!”
A door slams somewhere down the hallway, solidifying the fact we’re standing in my classroom, making out, on our way to doing so much more.
I clear my throat, “We should go.”
“Yeah,” Beckett closes his eyes, “give me a moment.”
Now that my hands are free, I glance down at the front of his pants. Or more specifically the prominent bulge at the front of his pants.
I bite my lip, “Take your time, Champ.”
He cracks an eye open, “Champ?”
“Trying on a nickname.” I laugh, “No good?”
“No good.”
Taking a moment, I run my hands over my hair and straighten my clothes.
I wasn’t expecting to see Beckett here today, but I feel decently cute in my dark wash skinny jeans and pale blue thick-knit sweater. Teaching a roomful of rowdy fourth graders means that function takes precedence over style. But I managed to make it through the day without spilling coffee, food or paint on myself, so that’s a win.
Seeing that Beckett looks ready to go, I snag my bag off the desk and start for the door.
“Not so fast.”
I halt, “What?”
“I need your number.”
When I don’t immediately reply, Beckett shows me the screen of his phone with a new contact open. “Number, Babe.”