Page 50 of Tangled

She glares over at me. “Well, you weren’t exactly welcoming me when I first arrived now, were you?”

“Got me there,” I agree, placing my hands in my slacks to keep me from reaching out and grabbing her by the waist and devouring her mouth. I refrained from kissing her the other night, knowing that taking this slow would be the best route for starting over. But every time I see her, I recall the feeling of her beneath my fingers, and it makes the rule hard to commit to.

“Your room is great, Kane. I love the posters the kids created.”

“Yeah, I had them pick a critical event in our country’s history and then make their own political cartoon about it. They loved it and their creativity impressed me.”

“I’m jealous. I rarely get to see that side of the students. Math is so black and white that I don’t see the imaginative side of my students very often.”

I take a few steps towards her, soaking up the features of her face. Oliva doesn’t wear a lot of make-up, and quite frankly, she doesn’t need it. But her dark lashes sure do bring out the subtle green hues in her eyes, and no matter what shade of lipstick she has on, it draws my attention to her perfectly plump lips—the lips I vividly remember wrapped around my cock.

Clearing my throat and willing my dick to calm down, I attempt to continue our conversation. “I’ve never thought of that.”

“So, I really enjoyed Saturday night…” She trails off, looking away as if embarrassed by her confession. I reach for her chin to turn her head back to face me.

“Me too, Olivia. I thought about texting you yesterday, but I didn’t want to seem desperate,” I joke.

“I wouldn’t have minded,” she says as her eyes bounce back and forth between mine.

“Good to know,” I answer as we stare each other down. I can feel the rapid fire of my pulse as I prepare myself to ask her my next question.

“So, I have another question for you, if you’ll amuse me,” I smirk as she cracks a cheesy smile.

“Okay…”

“Are you sure? Because it’s a doozy.”

She giggles. “Yup. I’m ready.”

I take a deep breath and get very serious. I watch Olivia’s face drop as she prepares herself.

“Olivia…”

She waits.

“Would you…”

“Yeah…” she stands there on pins and needles.

“Go on a date with me this Saturday?”

The laugh she lets out sends a flurry of excitement rushing through my body, her reaction everything I wanted from her.

“God, Kane,” she playfully swats my chest. “I thought you were going to ask me something that would make me run for the hills.”

I pull her by her waist, pressing my body against hers, making her breath hitch. “You never know. It’s still early. You might want to run away at some point.”

Her eyes search mine, then bounce down to my lips. “I think I’m done running for now.”

And if that doesn’t light a fire under me, I don’t know what will. It’s definitely taken us a few miscommunications and obstacles to get here, but feeling her in my arms again and hearing her say that means we’re finally both on the same page.

“Good. I’ll pick you up at five.”

“Can’t wait,” she almost whispers as we feel each other out. I want to kiss her, no doubt about that. But I feel like I should probably take her on a real date before that happens again. Knowing what she already tastes like though and the little sounds she makes when she’s turned on helps me remember that our next kiss will be worth the wait.

“Well, I’d better get back to my room. I have some grading I should really catch up on,” she says while backing away from me. I release her reluctantly, but I know the period is about to end.

“Yeah, me too. It never stops, does it?”

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