“Good night, Martin,” she said.
He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he took a step closer. Another. Until his pants brushed the thin flounce of her skirt, his breath mingled with hers, and he became everything she could see. Everything she cared to see.
His blue eyes didn’t stray from her face. Didn’t flicker away in indecision or embarrassment. Instead, he watched his own fingers trace her cheek. Brush along her lower lip like a whisper. Stroke the line of her neck so slowly and gently she shivered.
He leaned closer. Smoothed her hair back from her ear, making her skin prickle everywhere. Spoke with low, unhurried intimacy into that sensitive ear, like a man who intended to savor the way their bodies fit, the way their oxygen mingled.
“I want to kiss you,” he said. “May I?”
She nodded.
One more step forward, and all that lean strength pressed into her softness. Backed her into the cool metal of the car door. Her breath hitched at the immediate heat against her breasts and belly, the forest scent of him, the way he let her take some of his weight. He didn’t try to hide his arousal, but he didn’t impose it upon her either, and when her thighs parted to allow one of his in between, he didn’t immediately accept the offer.
Instead, his sensitive fingers cradled her skull, sliding through the hair she’d loosened from a twist once her headache began. His thumbs slid along her cheekbones and followed the line of her jaw. Tipped her chin downward a tiny bit.
She felt surrounded. Sheltered bodily in the same way she’d tried to shelter him earlier that day, in her classroom.
Then his mouth settled over hers, and her world became velvet.
Soft. He was so soft with her. Careful in a way she’d never experienced.
There was no demand. Only invitation. A quiet offer of pleasure as his lips nuzzled hers, exploring the plush give of her mouth and the slickness just inside. Encouraging the low hum in her throat as her tongue met his for the first time.
Oh, this was luxury like she’d never known.
She teased his inner lip, sucked on the tip of his tongue, and he took that final step forward with a rough moan. So carefully, his thigh fitted between hers. Pressed.
When her head fell back, he trailed his mouth down her neck. Deliberately took a bit of flesh between his teeth and tugged. Just a little, until she arched into him and let his thigh ease her ache for a moment.
His hands left her face, slid down her sides in a lingering caress. Then they were on her bottom, hitching her forward. Hitching her tighter against his leg, rocking her, until the slow, easy rhythm had her short of breath, clutching his shoulders, and remarkably, damnably close to orgasm. She was tightening between her legs, swollen and trembling in little spasms.
In the past, she’d had to fight for her pleasure.
There was no struggle here. Only a man who paid attention, determined for her to have everything she wanted.
Another slow slide of that thigh over her clit, and she’d come. Here. At school.
She managed to rasp out two words. “Parking lot.”
He let her go, but not quickly. His hands tightened on her bottom for a moment, and only released her with a final, savoring stroke of the generous curves. And his mouth didn’t lift from her neck until he’d had one more lingering suckle of her tingling flesh.
He licked a path up to her ear. Bit her earlobe gently.
Whispered, “Were you about to come, Rose?”
Oh, he was pleased with himself. Which was fair, because she was rather pleased with him too.
“Yes.” She scratched her nails down his back, just to see his satisfying shudder. “About five seconds away, if my calculations are correct.”
He laughed softly into her ear, and her second countdown began again with that warm tickle. “Me too. You saved me from a ruined pair of pants.”
She turned her head to press one last, light kiss on his mouth. “I’d invite you home, but I need to be back here in about eight hours. That’s not enough time for what I have planned.”
“You’ve made plans?” He looked delighted. “Again, me too.”
“Let’s save those plans for one night soon, then.” She fumbled for her keys with unsteady fingers. “Maybe after our AP and state tests are done, a week when you don’t have Bea.”
“It’s a date.” When she moved to swing open her car door, he caught her hand. “Hold on. One more thing.”
