Page 30 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

We’re only several weeks from mid-term exams and Rush has been studying practically non-stop for the math exam. We’ve gone over the material, and he’s ready for the exam. It’s been rewarding seeing him — and my other students— blossom this semester. I believe every one of them is ready for finals.

After an exceptionally rough day in class, I’m ready to be with Rush. When I reach his house, he’s on the porch. He stands when I approach.

“Waiting for me?” I wrap my arms around his waist. His familiar scent makes my head spin.

Rush narrows his brows. “You look tired. Bad day?”

This guy. This guy I’m falling in love with gets me. He understands me.

I shrug. “It’s getting a lot better now that I’m with you.”

His lips curl up at the corners and the smirk makes my heart dance in my chest practically making me forget about my day.

“Tell me all about your day. How can I make things better for you?” He toys with the top button on my shirt. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. The heat from his body makes me feel gooey inside. “Let’s go up to my room.”

I’m not sure what it feels like to be in love, but every day with Rush is like a new day. Like how everything is after a rain. It’s all clean and the air smells fresh. It’s like a warm blanket out of the dryer when you’re freezing cold, and you wrap yourself up in comfort and warmth.

We head up the stairway of the house together and once we’re in Rush’s room with the door securely locked, it doesn’t take long before our yearning hands explore each other.

Rush slips my shirt over my head, and he groans when he sees my black bra. “Love this,” he says as his fingertips gently touch the lace on the top of the garment.

“You make me a better man.” He kisses me gently. “Because you’re just you. You’re not all about bragging to your friends that we’re seeing each other.”

I snort a laugh. “Because I don’t have that many friends.” I tug on his shirt, and he lifts it over his head. I let out a breath. His muscles are taunt and well-defined.

“Well, you know what I mean.”

He kisses my neck. His lips move to my ear as he finds the sensitive area.

“You’re so honest and forthcoming. I’ve never had that in a girlfriend before."

I pull away from him. “A girlfriend? You consider me your girlfriend?”

His eyes melt into mine. “Oh, Adison.” His fingertips lightly graze my face. “I like you.” He kisses me. “I’m falling for you…I’m inlovewith you.”

I blink and my mouth falls open. “Youloveme?”

Rush grins and shrugs. “What can I say?” He drops a kiss on my forehead. “I do.”

My head is spinning and my heart is beating out of my chest.

He groans. “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you live in my head.”

“I feel the same.” I blink away my tears. “You’ve taken over my heart.”

I squeeze him. “I love you too.”

He unlatches my bra and throws it across the room. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I think about you when I’m supposed to be doing other stuff.”

I lean my head back and push my chest into Rush. He leans down and takes a breast in his mouth.

We undress slowly as we devour each other with hungry kisses.

When I’m on the bed with Rush in my arms, the stress of the day fades away. I’m safe. When he sinks into me, I let out a groan.

“Is that good, baby?”

“It’s good. So good.” I dig my fingernails into his biceps.

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