She’s too close, a mere hand’s reach away. “So ya like being a teacher?”
“Love it.” Her eyes light up even more.
“English, right? What grade?”
“I teach at the high school, mostly sophomores.”
“Huh.” I hand her the mug of steaming coffee.
She takes the cup and palms it with her small, delicate hands. “I am not a teacher but an awakener.”
“An awakener?” I recall reading that somewhere. Damn, Addy and her literature. “Robert Frost,” I say as my mind recaptures it.
“Correct.” Her forehead crinkles. “Wow, you must read a lot.”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “Well, you awakened me, Teach.”
“How so?”
“The Bayou, you opened my eyes to it, and …” I pause, the fucker inside ready to attack the sexy beauty standing beside me. I pull my mug from the Keurig and lift it in cheer. “I think that this pie is a fitting end to our strictly platonic sightseeing tour.”
“Yes. I agree.” She lightly taps her mug against mine. “It is time for this strictly platonic adventure to come to an end,” she says just before taking a small sip of her coffee. Her eyes peer up at me from beneath long lashes, but they’re no longer bright and glistening. They’re dark and sultry. Fuck, I recognize that look. For the past five days, I’ve waited to see that look in her eyes. A hint of flirtation, a show of some kind of attraction, anything, but she never tossed me a damn bone until now. Palms sweaty and heart pounding hard in my chest, I come to the clear conclusion that I’m not the hunter here. I’m the prey. She’s not trying to hide her hunger. This sexy little predator wants to feast on me. Not even in the cage, getting my ass beat down, have I felt this trapped.
I need to make a move, regain some power here. I set my mug on the counter, take the cup from her hand, place it next to mine, and turn to her. “So remind me again.” I slide my hand around her waist and rest my palm on her lower back. “If we were to go out on a real date …” I add light pressure and draw her closer to me. “What were those expectations again?” Her chin lifts, ready to battle; she’s prepared to hold her power. Her mouth opens, and I stop her. “No, wait.” I place my other hand gently across her slender neck. “It’s coming back to me now,” I say, slipping my hand upward to run my thumb across her cheek. “Ah, yes.” I drag my thumb along her partially opened mouth. Her lips are smooth, like the wet peaches I just held in my hands. I salivate, dying to find out if she tastes just as succulent. I look up from her mouth. She’s watching my thumb caress her lip. Her eyes flash to mine as the warm breeze of her breath bathes my thumb. “Oh, yes. It’s the soft and gentle good night kiss at your door.” With a discreet lick of my tongue, I wet my lips. Her eyes catch the action and remain fixated. I lean in, and her mouth slowly, and ever so slightly, opens and closes a few times. Her breasts rise and fall a little faster, clear signs of a woman ready to be kissed. I need just one little taste of her ... just one. “Let’s see if I can meet your expectations, Picasso.” With the last stitch of my trying restraint, I lower my lids and close my eyes. Inhaling her sweet scent, I place my mouth gently against hers. Our flesh unites and my skin shimmers with goosebumps, but I hold strong for a few long seconds basking in the innocence of such a surprisingly sensual kiss.
As I pull away, our lips separate, and I feel that last touch of her flesh as it leaves mine.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I’m numb from the lips down. All but that small, carnal kiss runs through my body. It was perfect; exactly the kind of good night kiss I’d want from any potential suitor. But Zeke isn’t boyfriend material. He doesn’t want to be any girl’s suitor. He’s your model one-night stand kind of guy, and I find myself hungry for the kiss he’d give me if I agreed
“Love it.” Her eyes light up even more.
“English, right? What grade?”
“I teach at the high school, mostly sophomores.”
“Huh.” I hand her the mug of steaming coffee.
She takes the cup and palms it with her small, delicate hands. “I am not a teacher but an awakener.”
“An awakener?” I recall reading that somewhere. Damn, Addy and her literature. “Robert Frost,” I say as my mind recaptures it.
“Correct.” Her forehead crinkles. “Wow, you must read a lot.”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “Well, you awakened me, Teach.”
“How so?”
“The Bayou, you opened my eyes to it, and …” I pause, the fucker inside ready to attack the sexy beauty standing beside me. I pull my mug from the Keurig and lift it in cheer. “I think that this pie is a fitting end to our strictly platonic sightseeing tour.”
“Yes. I agree.” She lightly taps her mug against mine. “It is time for this strictly platonic adventure to come to an end,” she says just before taking a small sip of her coffee. Her eyes peer up at me from beneath long lashes, but they’re no longer bright and glistening. They’re dark and sultry. Fuck, I recognize that look. For the past five days, I’ve waited to see that look in her eyes. A hint of flirtation, a show of some kind of attraction, anything, but she never tossed me a damn bone until now. Palms sweaty and heart pounding hard in my chest, I come to the clear conclusion that I’m not the hunter here. I’m the prey. She’s not trying to hide her hunger. This sexy little predator wants to feast on me. Not even in the cage, getting my ass beat down, have I felt this trapped.
I need to make a move, regain some power here. I set my mug on the counter, take the cup from her hand, place it next to mine, and turn to her. “So remind me again.” I slide my hand around her waist and rest my palm on her lower back. “If we were to go out on a real date …” I add light pressure and draw her closer to me. “What were those expectations again?” Her chin lifts, ready to battle; she’s prepared to hold her power. Her mouth opens, and I stop her. “No, wait.” I place my other hand gently across her slender neck. “It’s coming back to me now,” I say, slipping my hand upward to run my thumb across her cheek. “Ah, yes.” I drag my thumb along her partially opened mouth. Her lips are smooth, like the wet peaches I just held in my hands. I salivate, dying to find out if she tastes just as succulent. I look up from her mouth. She’s watching my thumb caress her lip. Her eyes flash to mine as the warm breeze of her breath bathes my thumb. “Oh, yes. It’s the soft and gentle good night kiss at your door.” With a discreet lick of my tongue, I wet my lips. Her eyes catch the action and remain fixated. I lean in, and her mouth slowly, and ever so slightly, opens and closes a few times. Her breasts rise and fall a little faster, clear signs of a woman ready to be kissed. I need just one little taste of her ... just one. “Let’s see if I can meet your expectations, Picasso.” With the last stitch of my trying restraint, I lower my lids and close my eyes. Inhaling her sweet scent, I place my mouth gently against hers. Our flesh unites and my skin shimmers with goosebumps, but I hold strong for a few long seconds basking in the innocence of such a surprisingly sensual kiss.
As I pull away, our lips separate, and I feel that last touch of her flesh as it leaves mine.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I’m numb from the lips down. All but that small, carnal kiss runs through my body. It was perfect; exactly the kind of good night kiss I’d want from any potential suitor. But Zeke isn’t boyfriend material. He doesn’t want to be any girl’s suitor. He’s your model one-night stand kind of guy, and I find myself hungry for the kiss he’d give me if I agreed
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