Pulling my hand away from the shelf, I gripped her hair and arched her neck back.
My lips hovered over hers. “You are going to ruin me.”
That was when she did the unexpected.
She placed her palm over my heart and tapped—One, two, three. One, two, three—before whispering, “You’re going to save me.”
All rational thought halted.
“This afternoon,” I heard myself say.
“Yes,” she panted, squirming against my leg.
“This afternoon, follow me home like you always do.”
The incorrigible minx had the audacity to smile, so I tightened my fingers in her hair and shoved my thigh higher against her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered and clutched the arm I had around her. “Yes. I’ll be there.”
“Good,” I agreed before releasing my grip on her hair.
I smoothed her skirt down and took a step back. Her eyes narrowed on me, and the annoyed flush that hit her cheeks made it impossible not to think about fucking her into next week.
“What are you doing?”
Sliding my hands into my jeans, I pushed the material around, trying to make them slightly more comfortable for the aching hard-on I had trapped inside.
“Waiting, and so are you.”
“But…” she sputtered.
“Yes?”
“You’re going to leave me like this?”
Oh, this is interesting—Miss Perfect has a temper.
“Well I’m like this, so it’s only fair. Don’t you think?”
Her eyes shifted to the erection I had no hope of hiding and then flew back up to my face. “Well, I could…”
“Not. Here,” I reiterated through clenched teeth.
I stepped forward, and she retreated until her back hit the bookshelf again. This time, however, there was no touching.
“Maybe next time when I tell you to do something, you will listen.”
Her mouth pinched into a grimace.
“So this was all some kind of fucked up lesson? Well, thank you, Mr. McKendrick.”
I checked her out in a way that let her know it was much more than a lesson, but I was not going to be convinced to act any further on it. Not right now.
“No, it wasn’t, Miss Lancaster,” I disagreed and made my way to where her bag had been dumped on the floor.
I picked it up and held it out to her as she marched over to retrieve it. I made sure not to give in to the amusement I was feeling when she snatched it from my fingers and went to unlock the door.
Before she yanked it open, I slapped my palm against the wood and held it shut.
“This afternoon. My place. Be there, and I’ll teach you the rest of the lesson.”
“Oh yeah?” she snapped at me. “And what’s that?”
Her anger didn’t leave her as her eyes wandered over me. When they came back to rest on my face, they were a stormy grey—from which emotion I couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could have stopped me.
“I’ll teach you how to come with a man inside you.” I removed my hand from the door and released the lock. “Not a boy, Addison, a man. Now go.”
Her eyes widened in shock before she walked out the door, and I had to wonder—how would I go down in history.
Chapter Thirteen
Past…
Why I was so nervous, I had no idea. I was sitting in my car near Grayson’s house, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel—one, two, three, one, two three.
Yes, I was nervous.
All afternoon I’d been thinking about his final words to me. His dismissal had me so worked up, it was all I could do not to alleviate the ache.
I looked into the rearview mirror and checked my hair, making sure it was perfect. Making sure I was perfect.
Once I was satisfied and had gotten out of the car, I locked the door and made my way along the sidewalk. The closer I got, the more my heart raced.
I surveyed the area to make sure no one was around before I stepped up to his front door. Luckily, it was hidden in a small alcove.
This was going to change me. I knew that. Yet, as I raised my arm and knocked on the door, I welcomed it.
I knew what I was doing, and when Grayson opened his front door and stood aside, there was nothing anyone could have said to make me change my mind.
When I opened the door, I tried to see Addison the way I knew I was supposed to, but all I saw was a young woman.
A woman whose expression screamed—now.
I didn’t offer her any words. Instead, I stepped aside, leaving the decision up to her. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds.
She stepped over my threshold and stopped beside me, placing a palm on my chest.
“I’m ready for my lesson now.”
That much was obvious.
If I shut the door, it was over—all of the pretense, all of the self-denial—gone.
I took her wrist, yanking her in close. My will to leave her alone was a thing of the past. No longer was she the student and I the teacher. Right here, in this moment, she was a woman, and I was the man about to have her.
I kicked the front door shut and crowded her back against it. My hands pulled her skirt up and my fingers found the top of her satin thong. Impatiently, I drew it down her thighs.
Caressing her sweet ass, I told her, “I want you out of these.”
Swiftly doing as requested, she kicked them aside, and I moved back in against her.
“How the hell did you end up here?” I asked.
She brought one of her hands up to where my tie was knotted and tugged on it.
“You invited me.”
Yes, I fucking did. She rolled her hips against me, and I knew I’d abandoned all of my carefully structured rules to do so.
“You are definitely persistent once you set your mind to something.”
“I set my mind on you,” she said, panting as I rubbed my hardened cock against her.
“I know. I never stood a chance.”
Before she could say another word, my mouth took hers in a blazing hot kiss.
Her lips opened, and my tongue entered. Just like that, my control was shot to shit. She pressed her body against my strained jeans, and I wanted to unzip them so I could get inside her. I pulled her hips against me and lifted her against the door, attacking her mouth so fiercely she let go of my tie to wrap her arms around my neck.
I squeezed her breast through the white tank top, and she pulled her lips away to push her chest out to me, squirming all the while against the zipper of my jeans.
“Yes,” she hissed and brought her hands to my shoulders.
Moving as if she were straddled over a bucking animal, she curved her back and fondled her breasts.
“Fucking hell, Addison.”
I knew what she was about to do next because she’d done the same thing in the truck. She pulled the material down over her hard as hell nipples, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off her.
I lowered my head to lick one of the hard, pink tips before sucking her into my mouth, and the throaty sound that left her was satisfying. I brought one of my hands between us to where she was rubbing her wet, naked pussy all over my jeans and grazed her clit with my finger.
“Fuck!”
“Yes,” I encouraged, lifting my head and bringing my mouth back to hers. Fuck was exactly the right word. It was the number one thing inside my head right now.
I want to fuck, and after I have, I’m going to be fucked.