“Show me, James.” I didn’t heed his warning voice and leaned closer. Close enough that there was no distance between us. I licked my lips and tipped on my toes, “Show me you care about me, Daddy.”
His eyes widened and once again, I was lost in the way he looked, how scary, intimidating, yet lovely he seemed. “Show you how, Princess?” His voice was rough, and it grated against my spine, goosebumps erupting all over my body that I arched towards him, pressing my breasts against his thin shirt.
We were so close that I could feel his thrumming heartbeat through the layers of fabric between us. That I could feel his warm breath brushing against my cheek. And yet, I wanted more.
Craved it.
“Kiss me.” I scrunched my hands on the collar of his shirt and whispered, “Kiss me, Daddy.”
His lips parted and my eyes dipped towards them before closing the distance between the two of us, pressing my lips against his. Electricity sparked between us, firing through us as I sighed—finally, finally,finally—while he groaned. I moved against him and he pressed closer, my back hitting the edge of his desk while his hands pinned me in place.
A soft moan elicited from my throat that he swallowed greedily and kissed me with a rough passion that was all sweet yet scary at the same time. I wanted more. My hands feathered his soft locks while his wrapped at the back of my neck as if I would ever move away from his kiss.
James was kissing me. And it felt way better than anything I had dreamed of.
22
FORGIVEN YET?
JAMES
Her lips.Fuck. Her lips. I breathed and kissed her again andyes… there it was again. Her lips tasted like the summer rain. Soft little showers that made the scorching sun bearable in the hot season of May. Her lips were as soft as the wet dew and as addictive as the smell of wet earth.
I wanted to devour her, yet keep her in my arms all the time.
It was maddening.
“Your lips,” I groaned, biting her bottom lip until I elicited a satisfying whimper from her, clutching her little fingers on my shirt. “I fucking love how you taste, Princess.”
She moaned when I pressed her against the desk, claiming her in a passionate kiss once more. I was eager to spread her out and sample her other set of lips. I grunted, pinning my hips against her, making her aware of how much she affected me.
“James,” Mia whimpered, arching her back and curling her fingers on the back of my nape. It feltsogood. I had forgotten how good it felt.
It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough when it came to her.
“Am I forgiven yet?” I purred, trailing my hand down her skirt and lifting it to press against the wet spot between her thighs. “Your pussy thinks so.”
“Not yet.More,” she demanded with a gasp when I licked the soft skin of her neck, placing a small bite. “I want more.”
I agreed, nodding against her lips and rubbing her little bundle of nerves as she writhed in my arms, clutching me and caressing me everywhere and all I wanted to do was slide her soaked panties to the side and thrust inside her.
“I’ll give you everything,” I promised, gazing at her hazel-green eyes that were half lidded with lust. “I’ll give you everything and more, Princess. Any fucking thing you want.”
“Kiss me.” Her lips moved in a breathy whisper and before I could obey her little command, we both heard the footsteps outside the classroom.
Knock knock.
“Mister James. I need to talk.” It wasn’t a student who needed help with design or understanding color theory. No, it was worse.
The dean.
I moved back and straightened her clothes, fixing the buttons of her shirt because I didn’t know when and how I had snuck my hand underneath it to unhook her bra.
“H-how did you—ugh,” she whispered in panic before clasping the hook. “You’re insane.”
I patted down her hair before settling in my chair. “You’re the one who kissed me, Princess. Now behave.” Clearing my throat, I said, “Come in.”
Eden Stark entered the room, dressed in a dark dress that suited her, looking like a Bond-villain even when she was in her mid-fifties. Her dark hair was coiled in a bun and through her glasses, her steely grey eyes narrowed when they landed on Mia, who was busy finishing painting her canvas on the front desk. She pretended to not notice the dean until she walked near the desk and widened her eyes.