out.” I’m scared now. My pores kept prickling. I wanna touch him – bad . He was really close to me. I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine as he passed his hand through his tussled hair. “I love your hair.” I blurted. “Can I touch it?” Oh God someone stop me. I have no self-control anymore!
“Sure.” He smirked. I moved closer to him and ran my hands through his hair. It was fucking fantastic! Soft and tangle free. And I could smell it from where I was – so damn good!
For a moment, Jake closed his eyes as if revelling in my touch. I moved closer to him. I think I’m drunk or just high. But when he opened his eyes and turned to me, he grabbed onto my wrist. He didn’t say a word – just stared at me. His eyes pierced through my soul and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. God they were so soft.
I eased back onto the sofa with him on top me, his tongue swirling inside my mouth. I can’t fucking believe it, I’m kissing Jake Cavanaugh; my thirty-five year old lecturer. What the heck! He pinned down my hands as he kissed all over my neck. I moaned as each touch of his lips prickled my skin. I haven’t had a man on me like this since my last boyfriend when I was in Trinidad.
“Wow, you smell so good.” He whispered.
“Funny, I’ve been thinking the same thing about you for the past four hours.” He stopped kissing me and watched me in disbelief.
“Really?” He asked and I nodded my head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. You’re sixteen years younger than me, and my student!” He got up off of me. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“What? No, Jake you aren’t. I’m an adult! I want to!”
“I’ve been feeling you for a while now. But I didn’t think it would have really happened.”
“You were?” I asked doubtingly.
“Yep.
“I started to like you some time ago, but this morning I wanted you so bad. It was insane. How long have you liked me?”
“About… Since I met you.” He blushed. What? “But I tried to play it off. I mean you were my student! And I knew you liked Andrews, and I was certain you two would have ended up together. I swore he liked you too. I don’t know what happened there.”
“Caroline I guess.” I shrugged. “Forget him, forget all that. I want you.” Whoa! What the fuck was coming out of my mouth? A moment ago, I couldn’t see myself with anyone but Heath, now I’m telling Jake that I want him?
He bent his head and blushed like a thirteen year old boy. He paused for a moment, then raised his head. “Come and get me!” His eyes lit up. With that, I kissed him hard.
We kissed for what seemed like hours, nonstop. It was the most intense and passionate make out ever. We were interrupted by my phone’s ringing. Shit! It was Heath. I got up from the sofa and picked up.
“Hey” I answered, my heart galloping and lips numb from the make-out session.
“Reese, where are you, still at Mr. Cavanaugh’s?”
“Uh, yeah, I am actually. You need the car?” I scratched my brow as I looked over at Jake.
“If you’re still busy, don’t worry about it.”
‘Uh–” I looked over to Jake and he looked at me with those eyes, I could just melt. “It’s okay. I’ll bring it for you.” I could see a subtle frown in Jake’s face.
“Cool, thanks.” Heath said and then hung up.
Jake watched me in anticipation. “So, you’re leaving?”
“Unfortunately. I gotta drop back Heath’s car. He and Caroline have a date tonight.”
“Oh. And what are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing, I guess. Why?”
“Wanna go out?”
“Really?” I smiled, almost in disbelief at the question . He just asked me out on a date? The fuck kind of parallel universe did I get sucked into?
“Yeah we could grab a couple of drinks, dinner, anything you wanna do.”
I literally stood there with a stupid look on my face. Like, I didn’t know how the hell to react. What in the entire world was going on?
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