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“Even if you’d had an attractive teacher, it would have been inappropriate.”
“Not if I was legal.”
“Still . . . ”
His arm snaked out around her waist once more, and he leaned down as if he was going to kiss her. “I’d love to play naughty student and dirty teacher with you.”
As his lips descended on hers, she put her hands up and pushed against his chest. “Let me go.”
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked me.” His lips fell on her cheek when she turned her face away, and she smelled the alcohol on his breath.
“I just met you!”
“So? What better way to get to know
me than to—argh!”
Hannah had dropped one of her hands and grabbed his dick through his uniform, crushing it, just like Blake had told her to do. Caleb released her and fell back a few steps, cupping his groin as he curled onto himself.
“What the fuck? You stupid bit—”
Caleb was gripped around his neck from behind, and Hannah trembled when she saw Blake standing behind him, his expression thunderous.
“You’re going to walk away now, or I’m going to throw your ass out and you’ll crawl home. Your choice.”
Blake released Caleb, who still couldn’t quite stand up straight. He glared at Hannah and rasped, “I’m gone.”
Hannah realized people around them were staring, and she bit her lip, trying not to burst into tears.
Without warning, Blake took her hand and led her out of the hotel ballroom. They weaved through the couples until they reached a door at the far end. He opened it, pushing her gently inside, and shut the door after them. Hannah took a few steps back, fighting the tears that had been gathering.
Once he locked the door, Blake walked up to her and smoothed his thumb across her cheek. “Come on, Hannah, don’t cry. You’ll mess up your makeup if you cry.”
She gave a watery laugh at his joke. “I’m so stupid.”
“No, I was watching every move that guy made, and he was a jerk. You were right to twist and pull his dick.” Hannah could see the twinkle in his hazel eyes through the layer of tears. “I was so proud of my pupil.”
His words gave her pause, and she caught his hands against her cheek. “You were watching him? Or me?”
His hands opened up under hers, framing her face gently.
“You.”
Before Hannah could respond, his mouth covered hers, sending shock waves through her body that liquefied every nerve. She’d tried reliving the one kiss they’d shared, but it was never as good as the real thing.
Reality was better. So much better.
His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue pressing at the seam of her lips until she opened for him. The kiss deepened, and Blake held onto her hands as he pulled them down and wrapped his arms around her waist. Hannah’s heart fluttered like a caged bird as Blake pressed the front of their bodies together from chest to groin.
She tugged her hands away from his and embraced him, snuggling as close as she could get as she lost herself in Blake.
One of his hands came up and cradled the back of her neck, tugging gently at the strands of her hair. Their lips broke briefly, and Blake whispered her name, his breath caressing her wet, swollen lips, and a quiver between her legs made her squeeze them together.
He pulled back, his gaze devouring her face. She wanted to bring him back to her, afraid reality would set in and he’d walk away from her again.
“God, Hannah, you taste so fucking good.”
And this time when his lips came down on hers, they were desperate, powerful. He slid his hands down, gripping her ass through the poof of her dress, and she didn’t protest or tell him to keep it above the equator. She wanted Blake to touch her, hold her . . .
