Page 121 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“Mornin’,” I greeted, continuing to caress her arm with mine, staring up at the ceiling.
She groaned softly but didn’t move away. “What time is it?”
“Almost seven.”
She moved closer. I held her tighter.
“Do you have class this morning?”
“I’ll be fine,” she said softly.
I could’ve spent all day like this, holding her, touching her. If only there wasn’t that ache that ran so deep. There was only one way to get rid of it. I needed her. In the most basic of ways.
I knew where this was headed, and I was helpless to stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. I wanted to feel this woman wrapped around me. I’d wanted it since the first night I saw her at the club. That felt like ages ago, when in reality, it had only been a few weeks. Not enough time for me to feel this strongly, that was for sure, but I wasn’t like Edge. I didn’t feel the need to rationalize everything, to ensure it fit into some perfect little box.
When she lifted her head, I met her gaze, getting lost in her dark eyes. She was so fucking beautiful.
Her hand slid up, curled around my neck. I allowed her to pull my head toward hers as she shifted. Our lips touched, heat igniting into a firestorm, consuming me. I gave in to her kiss as I slid my hand down to her hip, brushing her warm flesh with my fingertips. I pushed the blanket down at the same time I lifted the T-shirt, needing to feel her whisper-soft skin against my palm.
Somewhere deep in my conscience, there was an argument taking place between my brain, my heart, and my dick. My heart was insistent that this was a mistake, my brain agreeing, while my dick was calling them both stupid, insisting they shut up.
Not for the first time, I let my dick lead me, groaning as I succumbed to the need overwhelming me.
At some point during our heated make-out session, my boxers disappeared, as did her T-shirt, until we were skin to skin. Before I knew what I was doing, I was settled between Jamie’s thighs, her long legs wrapping around me. I held myself above her, our mouths feasting while our bodies made a desperate attempt to get closer.
My brain registered what I was doing, giving approval. I knew she was on the pill, had seen her test results at the club, and she’d seen mine as well. There were no secrets there, which my dick took to mean it was okay to do this, to slide into the furnace of her body, her pussy warm and wet as it sheathed my cock.
Her hips rocked with mine as I rode the wave of ecstasy, neither of us saying a word. No permission, no coaxing, just pure, unadulterated need. As though this was meant to be and there was nothing either of us could do to stop it.
Desperate to look in her eyes, I broke the kiss, stared down at her. Her dark hair fanned out over the pillow, her lips swollen from my kiss, eyes hooded with desire as our bodies worked in tandem.
Her nails tickled over my sides, my cock twitching inside her. I didn’t stop, rocking my hips forward, back, her pussy clamped around my cock. She felt so good. So fucking perfect.
Our eyes said everything there was to say as our bodies communicated on the most basic level. When her head tilted back, her mouth falling open, I circled my hips, burying myself as deep as I could go.
“Cav…”
I slipped one hand between us, pressed my thumb against her clit, teasing the sensitive nub as I thrust in deeper, retreated. Her soft moans, her wandering hands had my body tightening, electricity sparking at the base of my spine. She took my fucking breath away.
I worked her to a frenzy, watched as she slipped over the edge, my name on her lips. Only then did I kiss her again, fusing my lips to hers as I began fucking her in earnest, driving us both higher and higher with every thrust of my hips until I couldn’t hold on any longer. I fought back as long as possible, riding the waves of pure ecstasy that I found in her body. And when her pussy clamped down on my cock for a second time, I swallowed her cry of release at the same time I allowed myself to tip over the edge.
Two hours later, I woke to the sound of someone pounding on the door. When my eyes opened, it took a moment to orient myself.
My hotel room.
I glanced over.
My girl.
The banging sounded again, and I forced myself to get up, pulling the sheet up and over Jamie. I grabbed my boxers, pulled them on as I made my way to the door.
