Page 223 of Forbidden Lessons

I put my hand on the small of his back, and he slips out of reach in a rush, twisting to knock away my arm. Eyes downcast. Chest heaving.

Then he looks over at the bed again.

Haven rolls onto her back, her hands sliding under my pillows.

Stretches. Signs. Twines her legs together.

I leave him standing there, watching her as I fetch the single armchair in the living room. My arms cord as I lift it so it won’t scrape on the floor, and he’s still there, still staring, as I carefully set it down at the foot of the bed.

Then I pour myself a measure of bourbon, pick up the bottle, and take a seat in the armchair.

As if she can feel my eyes on her, Haven’s legs tighten…and then slowly spread. Her hoodie casts dark shadows between her legs, but I keep my eyes there anyway, if only for Kai’s benefit.

Sipping bourbon.

Waiting.

And it doesn’t take long for him to fight through whatever mental blockade he’d put up. He stalks over to me, snatches my wrist.

I tilt my head back, smile. Put my finger on my lips, hushing him.

He jerks the glass out of my hand and swallows the liquor down, grimacing before shoving it back into my fingers. Then he turns to the bed and slowly climbs on, tossing his head, long hair whipping out of his face before he drops to hands and knees.

I refill my bourbon, taking another sip as I watch Kai prowl toward Haven.

She must be able to feel his weight on the bed, because she draws her legs together again, suddenly shy. Even pulling the hem of her hoodie down to her knees.

Kai grasps her wrists and slowly urges her hands away. When she instead reaches for his head, perhaps to stroke his head or toy with his hair, he rears back, throwing me a frustrated look over his shoulder.

Poor boy.

I wouldn’t have thought someone as attractive and outgoing as Kai could be this inexperienced. But maybe it’s because it’s Haven, someone he so vehemently denies having any affection for, and yet is so fiercely protective of.

I’m tempted to let him figure this out on his own…but then, how can I call myself a teacher?

Smiling, I set down my bourbon and leave the bedroom.

Chapter 67

Kai

I press Haven’s wrists into the mattress. She squirms against the pressure, her mouth pursing, the metal bits on her collar clinking.

“I wanna touch you,” she says. “Let me touch you.”

I nibble my lip. I don’t know how long I can keep up this game, but the way it’s fucking turning me on, I’m going to do everything to make it last.

Because if she knew it was me, she’d be screaming.

Wouldn’t she?

Fuck, I’m so confused.

So goddamn horny, and my dick’s just hanging around like it’s a regular Tuesday night.

Still feels fucking amazing. Just having her this close. Her smell in my nose, even though it’s tainted by Rooke’s body wash?—

I rear back, letting her go. Holding my arm under my nose, sniffing. I’ve smelled this before.

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