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“Bev,” I repeated, my mind getting swamped by the rushing feeling in my middle. Goodness, he was close. So warm. So handsome. Why didn’t I believe that he wanted me again? “I asked you to call me Bev.”
“Ah, you’re right.” Finally, he leaned forward enough to rest a hand on the arm of my chair. I could feel my notebook sliding from my lap, but I didn’t care. My eyes were locked onto his face, oh so close to mine. “Are you saying that you’re worried about me, Bev?”
I didn’t know what happened.
One moment we were both just sitting there, him leaning over me and me gazing at his face like someone enchanted, the next I was pushing myself upwards so that my lips were crashing against his.
I was crazy! I knew I was crazy. But before I could pull away, his strong arms wrapped around me and hauled me upwards, pulling me forward so I practically collapsed against him, my hands clinging to his front to keep me upright.
Our mouths moved against each other, heated and seeking and desperate. I had never been more glad that Mr. Fitzgerald like to keep his blinds drawn to minimize distractions, and let myself fall into the kiss.
It wasn’t long before he took the lead, adjusting me so that I was leaning on my tip toes, bent slightly backwards by one of his strong arms. If I wasn’t posted between his legs, with his strong thighs squeezing me ever so slightly, I might have toppled over. But he held me fast, lips almost bruising in their demand.
If I had my mouth to myself, I might have let out a giddy laugh. But as it were, all I could do was whimper slightly as he pulled away, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. God, I felt like I was on fire, every cell in my body alit with excitement and pleasure.
His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding me steady, slid up my body. It didn’t manage to get a hold, the thick fabric of my outfit denying him skin, but it still left a trail of burning want as it glided over my form.
“God, I want you,” Mr. Fitzgerald whispered, his voice ragged as he looked at me with an expression that practically made my underwear flood. I didn’t think that anybody had ever looked at me like that, all heat and want. It made me shiver, but also burn at the same time.
“I do too,” I whispered back, nearly dizzy with everything that was happening.
And I knew it was stupid. I knew that this was everything that I had told myself not to do. Yet I had absolutely zero desire to stop it. I was going down in flames and I wanted nothing more than to be burned to ash.
Mr. Fitzgerald let out a sound akin to a growl and suddenly both of his hands were under my butt cheeks, hauling me up and off my feet. I let out a yelp in surprise, but then he turned and set me right down on the desk, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Oh.
If I was panting before, I was absolutely breathless now, my heart thundering a whole percussion session inside of my chest. He was so warm, so strong between my thighs. I didn’t think I’d ever have something so solid there, and it was making a strange sort of pressure pool in my abdomen.
Then he was kissing me again, mouth fire, teeth demanding. I melted into it, letting him teach me, mold me, take me higher than I had ever been. But as his lips moved from my lips, along my face, across my jaw then down my neck, I realized just what I was doing.
I was pretty sure that, if I didn’t stop this, that he was going to keep going. He had said he wanted me, and I’d said I wanted him too. I was pretty sure in normal adult speak that usually meant sex.
Sex.
Was I ready for that?
The question felt like cold water over my head and I stiffened. I didn’t think that I reacted that much to the uncertainty, but Mr. Fitzgerald seemed to notice immediately and pulled back.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine,” I assured him. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, so I tried to kiss him, hoping that would distract him from seeing, but he just pulled away.
“No,” he said firmly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said hurriedly, cursing myself. Why had I had to go and ruin a good thing. I wanted him to be kissing me again, not looking down at me with a mix of concern and confusion.
“Bev, remember what I said to you before? I have no desire to pressure anyone into anything. If you aren’t feeling this, we need to end it now.”
