Page 76 of The Headmaster’s Rule

He draws away to meet my gaze, confusion on his brow. “Finally what?”

“You’re finally touching me.” I hook a leg around his ass, pulling him closer, and his brows spring up.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for?”

“Well, no.” I stroke his jaw, where the stubble is turning into scruff, loving the rough feel under my palm. “Dinner was delicious. And the candles, the music… no one has ever done something so sweet.” I press my lips to his in appreciation. “But also… God, I need you to touch me.”

He issues an amused laugh. “I’ve spent the evening trying not to.”

“Why?”

“I’m trying to go slow, sweetheart. To respect you.”

Oh, that’s adorable. He’s such a good guy.

“If you respect me at all, you’ll give me what I need.”

He arches a brow. “And what’s that?”

I can’t stop myself from being completely honest. I’ve been fighting a losing battle all day.

“You’ll fuck me right here, on this counter.”

His jaw falls open, heat swirling in his eyes. “Miss Hart,” he says, frowning in mock disapproval. “That language.”

I giggle, loving the way he says my name, the playful edge with something darker underneath. My pulse skips at the promise in his gaze.

But he shakes his head, softening. “I’m not going to have sex with you, Nora. Not tonight.”

Disappointment slices through me. It must show on my face, because he gives a deep chuckle, thumbs teasing the edge of my panties again.

“But I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, don’t worry.”

Then he drops to his knees on the floor, hooking a finger into my underwear and sliding it off, his gaze hot with intent as it settles between my thighs.

Oh. Oh.

Molten heat rushes to my core as he drags me to the edge of the counter, settling my legs over his shoulders. He leans in just enough to nudge my clit with his nose, inhaling deeply.

“I love the scent of you,” he rumbles, thumbs massaging my inner thighs as he spreads me further. His tongue darts out to taste me, and he hums his satisfaction. “So damn sweet.” He lifts his dark gaze to mine. “My sweetheart.”

My heart skitters. The way he says it is soft, affectionate, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness that makes me shudder out a breath. I writhe on the counter, restless, desperate for him to touch me.

“Theo, please.”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teases.

I smirk. “Only with you.”

“Fuck.” When he looks up at me again, his gaze is piercing. Dangerous. “You make me so hard when you say things like that, baby.”

I whimper, wishing I could touch him. Taste him. Ever since I unzipped his pants on my sofa and saw the sheer size of him, the beauty of his cock, I’ve wanted his masculine taste in my mouth.

I reach for him. “Let me—”

“No,” he says firmly, pinning me in place. “I need to feel you come on my tongue.”

Slick heat pools between my thighs. He thinks the things I say are hot? They’re nothing compared to his filthy words. The way he spoke to me last time… I’ve never had a guy speak to me like that. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve touched myself more than once since, replaying those words.