Page 92 of Trouble from Abroad
I kiss her neck,all the way up to her ear. “You ready to be an A-plus student today, Miss Thorne?”
“Yes, Doctor,” she moans, making it official. I have a doctor kink now. Only for her, but I have it.
“Get the list out of my pocket,” I whisper. “Read it out loud while my hands are busy. Be good for me, Mia. Help the teacher out. You’ll get your reward.”
“Read it out loud?” Her true shyness peeks through. I want none of that between us. So I give her reason to leave her comfort zone.
I tug her top free of her skirt and slip my hands underneath. Over full breasts, across lace. Her nipples are tight. I rub them, taking advantage of the added texture, and she presses harder into me.
“Unless you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.” Her head hits my shoulder, and the desperation in her voice sends pre-cum to the tip of my aching cock.
“Arms up, Miss Thorne.”
She follows without hesitation. I peel her top off, and gooseflesh races under my palms. But the uncertainty in her eyes gives me pause.
She needs a reminder.
“Who’s in charge here, Mia? Whose instructions am I following? Who am I here to serve?”
A ghost of a smile touches her lips. I’d never miss it.
“Me. I’m in charge.” Her chin lifts.
“That’s right. You’re the boss of a forty-three-year-old man who can’t think straight when you’re close. Keep that in mind if I sound too pushy. You can always tell me to stop, slow down, do it differently. We’re here to find what you like.”
That tiny twitch at her lips blooms into a full grin. She softens in my arms, her shoulders drop against my chest. After a minute, her eyes climb to mine, full of something that looks a lot like gratitude.
She reaches behind her back, unhooks the bra herself, and lets it fall to the floor. Her right hand dips into my pocket for the list. “I’m ready to be the teacher’s pet.”
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Her breasts are heavy and high, obscene in my hands. I hold them up and tend to each one thoroughly. There’s more than one hand can manage, but I try anyway. My private challenge. One I’ll lose every time, and enjoy every second.
I reach for the bow fastening her skirt, and tug hard. It slips loose, and to my utter disappointment, there’s a damn knot underneath. I scowl at it. “Well, that was anticlimactic.”
Mia laughs her delicious, melodic laugh, and suddenly,I’m not so mad at the annoying knot anymore. It won’t give, so I drop to my knees and pull it apart with my teeth. She gasps, the giggle dying an early death, caught in her throat.
“Pres, wait, let me shut the curtains.”
“No,” I say point-blank, sitting back on my heels and staring up at her. “I have my own hard limits, Mia, and this is one. You don't hide from me. Not your thoughts. Not your feelings. And sure as hell not your body.”
I run my hands over every inch of skin I can reach. “I need honesty. And I crave your body. I love it. Can’t you see that? These curves haunt me. From the minute you walked into my house, I knew I’d be tempted for as long as we shared air. Knew it would be torture, being near you and not touching you.”
I work on what’s left of the knot. It’s almost loose, but I hold it in place. One pull, and the skirt falls. “Now that I have you, I won’t accept less than all of you. I want to worship you in daylight. Will you let me?”
“You might as well go ahead and ask for my soul, bank details, and pin number too. I’ll give them all.”
She pulls the strip of fabric herself. The skirt drops to her feet, leaving her bare to me.
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be: on my knees, ready to revere her body and put her on the pedestal she deserves. I drink her in. When I reach her face, her eyes are closed again. Not tense. Not pained. But her nerves are still getting the best of her. And they’re not invited to this party.
“Baby, look at me.”
Mia inhales deep, then exhales even deeper. She gives her shoulders a little shake. I love how hard she’s trying toshed the protective shell she’s used to wearing. To let herself be. Love how brave she is, pushing past insecurities that have probably lived in her skin for years.
But she’s here. Now. Fighting to quiet her thoughts. Fighting to stay with me in this moment. To let the light touch every part of her without flinching.
