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Unfortunately, this one is proving to be a little predictable, but I’m enjoying it because I like the female character. She’s feisty, with a hint of humor, bordering on sass, which suits the style of the book. It’s about a woman who’s inherited her father’s farm, and is trying to make a go of it. Everything seems to be against her, from the weather to her neighbor, who’s a tall, dark, handsome ranch owner, desperate not just to take over her farm, but to take her to his bed. I can already tell that she’ll win the day where the farm is concerned, but that he’ll conquer her sexually… otherwise, why would the author be building so much tension between them?
Speaking of which, I can’t seem to settle.
It’s not the book, though. It’s me.
I feel a little tense myself, and I know why. Despite my earlier orgasm, I want more. And I’ve got something real to think about now…
I keep wondering what it would feel like to have Tanner’s generous lips on mine… to have his long fingers touching me, as he whispered words of love in that deep, melodious voice of his.
“Oh, God…”
I put down my book, my body aching, and I let my hands wander, tweaking at my erect nipples, roaming across my flat stomach before I part my legs. I like to keep myself shaved, and have done, ever since I read about it in one of my many books. The characters maintained it made everything feel more intense, and although I’ve never noticed that for myself, it’s been a couple of years since I first tried it, and I can’t imagine being any other way now.
I spread my legs a little further, shifting up the bed to get comfortable before I circle my finger over my clit, gasping at how different everything feels. I guess that’s because I’ve got someone real in my head. He’s not a cowboy landowner, or even a millionaire playboy, or a ruthless CEO. I don’t really know what he is, except that he’s making my body tingle with need as I imagine him raising himself above me, a look of longing in his eyes as he leans down to kiss me.
“Oh yes, Tanner…” I whisper the words, feeling a quiver deep inside me. That feels promising, and I part my legs even wider, raising them up, my fingers moving faster and faster. My body seems to respond to the reality of having Tanner in my head, my nipples so hard they hurt. They’ve always been particularly sensitive, although it usually takes a little pinch or tweak to get any kind of result. Tonight, though, just one touch is enough to make me squeal.
“Please, Tanner… please love me. Please love me, like I love you,” I cry, between moans of satisfaction as I tip over the edge, my body trembling…
There’s still no starlight, still nothing earth-shattering, but as I drift back to normality, I have to say, that was a lot better than anything I’ve ever done before, and I smile as I think about that, and about Tanner, and the words I cried.
And that I meant every single one of them.
My alarm wakes me and I turn over onto my back, stretching my arms and legs beneath the covers of my empty bed.
It’s never like this in books, is it? In books, the heroine wakes up aching in all the right places, alongside the man of her dreams, or at least with the memories of a night of passion to keep her going until the next time…
The next time?
I’d need there to be a first time, before I could consider a next time.
I turn over, wishing I’d slept better. That’s mostly because I’d have liked the chance to dream of Tanner and our newfound love. Not that it’s ‘our’ newfound love at all. It’s mine… and it’s stupid and unrealistic to imagine that love at first sight exists anywhere outside my imagination, or the pages of a romance novel.
I’m beginning to think I should start reading something different… but in the meantime, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, and with that in mind, I throw back the covers and get up, my stomach churning now the reality of my first day at school is dawning.
Sure, I’ve trained for this, but I’ve never been responsible for a classroom full of students before.
I make quick work of showering, then step out, wrapping myself in a towel before walking over to the basin and opening the mirrored cabinet above it. I keep my birth control pills in here and I swallow one down. The irony isn’t lost on me that there’s never been anyone who needs birth control less than I do, but they help regulate my heavy periods, and have done since I was sixteen.
Once I’ve brushed my teeth, I come back to the bedroom, where I stand in front of the closet, wishing I’d taken the time to choose my clothes last night instead of fantasizing about Tanner. My body shudders at the thought of him, but I need to concentrate on other things, and I rummage through a few outfits, dismissing the idea of jeans straight away. They might be comfortable, but they’re not appropriate.
I need something sensible and smart, but comfortable, and I glance through my things, shaking my head.
I should have worked this out before…
Not only is time moving on, but I’m getting hot now, and I pull away the towel, letting it fall to the floor before I grab a couple of skirts, two pairs of pants and a few blouses, throwing them all onto my unmade bed.
Pants seem more sensible, and I select the black ones, hoping I won’t regret that, bearing in mind the grubby fingers they’re bound to encounter during the day. It already feels quite warm to me, so a short-sleeved blouse seems like a good idea, and I nudge aside the cream-colored one, in favor of the white one with a frilled collar. It’s fitted, but goes well with the black pants, and I push everything else to the other side of the bed, deciding I’ll put it all away again later… maybe once I’ve chosen what to wear tomorrow.
With at least one decision made, I dry my hair, wasting ten minutes trying to work out whether to wear it in a ponytail, or loose around my shoulders before I decide on a half-up, half-down version, so it looks long, but is off of my face.
I debate makeup for a few minutes, then apply just a little, and finally, I get dressed.
Once I’m ready, having found a pair of flat pumps I know are comfortable, I realize I don’t have time for breakfast. Not that I can face it, anyway. A cup of coffee is about all my stomach can manage, but just to be on the safe side, I grab my travel mug, smiling as I admire it. It’s decorated with flowers and butterflies on the outside, and I only bought it last week, knowing it might come in useful. The coffee seems to take forever to filter through, and while it does, I pick up my purse, checking inside to make sure I’ve got my keys and wallet, and then add my phone. I put the lid on my coffee the moment it’s finished, and glance around the house, rolling my eyes at the boxes before I run out the front door.
I have a car, but it’s not worth driving the short distance to the elementary school, which is in Mulberry Lane, just across the other side of Main Street. While I’m walking, I sip on my coffee, my mind flitting between thoughts of the day ahead, and memories of last night… especially Tanner’s sparkling blue eyes. Because even if love at first sight isn’t a ‘thing’ in real life, I can’t help how I feel about him.
The teachers’ lounge is the first door on the left, opposite the reception desk, and I let myself in, surprised I’m only the third to arrive. The other two women are deep in conversation over by the window and rather than interrupt them and admit I can’t remember their names, I go to my locker and dump my purse, then wander to the coffee machine and top up my cup. I don’t want to sit around looking bored, so I grab the file marked ‘Kindergarten’ from the table in the middle of the room, and sit down in one of several old-fashioned looking armchairs around the edge.
