Part 27 (1/2)
”You were a health freak,” I sn.i.g.g.e.r and run my finger over a menu after he slides it to me across the breakfast bar. ”I don't mind what we eat.” I'm not feeling too hungry.
”I could go out and get something?” He suggests, looking at me with concern in his eyes. ”You should eat.”
”No, stay.” I blurt a little too frantically. ”I just, I mean, umm...” b.o.l.l.o.c.ks.
Smiling, he picks up his phone and walks around the bar until he's standing beside me. He orders random items from the menu, lifting me onto the bar with his free arm. My body heats when he nudges my legs open and stands between them.
”Half an hour?” He asks into the speaker and waits for a response before hanging up. ”Half an hour.”
”I heard.” I gulp when he leans in and takes my lower lip between his teeth. My eyes flutter shut.
”We have half an hour.” He repeats, his mouth moving to my neck.
”Yeah.”
”That's not enough time.”
Time. My eyes snap open. ”What happens now?”
Leaning back, he hooks his hands around my knees and pulls me to the edge. ”Let's just enjoy the now. Let's just enjoy this.”
I knew it was inevitable, but saying it out loud only solidifies it, making it so much worse. ”We're never doing this again are we?”
He lets out a deep sigh and nuzzles my neck. ”We can't. I could lose my job and your reputation would be ruined.” I know he's right and I hate it. ”So let's just enjoy each other until we can't anymore.”
”Okay,” I agree, arching my back when he flips open my robe, pulls down the top of my towel and sucks my nipple into his mouth. ”Oh... G.o.d.”
I thought I knew pleasure before. I thought I had all of the answers and knew my body. I was wrong. I discover just how wrong I was when his mouth drifts down my body, kissing, suckling and nibbling as he goes.
I gasp when he pulls my towel and robe away and pushes me gently back onto the cold counter top. I want to curse; it's f.u.c.king freezing. His mouth soon takes my mind off that, though, and the feel of his fingers between my legs makes me forget about everything.
He sits on the stool and his lips trail moist kisses along my inner thigh. I want to giggle and push him away. I want to moan and force his head between my legs. I want to escape the millions of sensations crawling over and under my skin. It's too much. It's not enough.
I choke out a moan, along with a series of other noises I can't stop myself from making.
He teases me relentlessly, getting closer and closer to my core before pulling away and working on my other leg, my hips, my midriff, my hands. I want to cry and scream at him to make it stop. I've never felt so sensual and frustrated at the same time.
And then I feel his tongue there, licking, sucking and probing as his finger enters me, dipping and stroking the entrance of my core.
”Isaac,” I cry out before I can stop myself. ”Please.”
I feel his smile against me and want to watch what he's doing to me, but my body can't handle it. I arch my back and shut my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure vibrates through me. He was right. Half an hour just isn't long enough. I never, ever want this to end.
Chapter Nineteen.
Isaac We sit on the floor on a thin blanket, facing each other, food spread out around us. I stare at the red headed female in nothing but my lucky s.h.i.+rt. Her legs are crossed and her smiling eyes are on me.
”Favourite movie?” She asks, popping a piece of bread into her mouth.
”Gladiator.”
”Typical.”
”Did you just roll your eyes at me?” I chuckle, swallowing a mouthful of rice. She shrugs and waits for me to ask her something. ”Favourite song?”
”Depends on the day and my mood. Yours?”
I grin, yet another thing we have in common. ”Me too. Though today it's s.e.x on Fire by Kaiser Chiefs.” I feel the balled up napkin hit me in the head before I see it.
”That's not even funny.”
”Yet you're laughing.”
”Because of how corny that was and I know corny; I'm surrounded by eighteen year old boys!” We both fall silent at that, both of us sad at the way this has to end. If she weren't my student, if she were just a few years older... I could see myself dating her. I could see myself being with her for longer than just a night.
It's typical. I go through life sleeping with women only one time, or at most a handful of times, and never form a connection. And then I sleep with the only person I've ever connected with and felt like this about and I only get one night. This is Karma teaching me a lesson.
”I'm almost twelve years older than you.” I answer the question that I know she's asking in her mind.
”Age is nothing but a s.p.a.ce in time,” she whispers and smiles softly at me. ”Would you like me to leave?”
No. ”It's probably best if you do.” Her face falls at my words. ”But I don't want you to, not yet.”
”Me neither.” She chews on a final bite of food before standing and gathering the tubs.
”Leave them...”
”So they'll still be here a year later? I don't think so.”
”It wasn't that bad,” I grumble, because it really wasn't.
”There was mould moulding mould.”
Okay, maybe it was that bad. ”Fine...” I help her gather the tubs and place them in the fridge before taking her hand and pulling her back to the bedroom. ”Have a nap with me?”
We climb into bed and I pull her into my chest, making sure to tuck the blanket over the both of us. She sighs and buries her face in my neck as I pull her leg over my waist and roll onto my back, keeping her pinned against me with my arms.
”You can trust me,” she whispers sleepily.
”Huh?”
”I won't tell anybody.”
That thought never even entered my mind. ”I know. You can trust me too. This isn't something I've done before.”
She nods against my neck. ”Good.”