Page 33 of Manhattan Secret
“I didn’t know.” She pants. “I wasn’t to know you’d be there; you’d be my student. I was just as scared as you.”
“Not scared, mouse. You brought back all that need again. Can’t forget you now, can I?”
“I’ll quit,” she dares say.
I angle my head down to compensate for our height difference, running my nose against hers.
“You’re not quitting.”
She hisses but remains in the confines of my man-made cage.
“You can’t deny the incredible chemistry we have. All that’s holding you back is my age.”
“And I’m yourteacher.”
Her hands turn slack in mine and I let them go, expecting her to push me back, instead she stands there, so tiny and mousy with her big wide eyes trained on my face, her lips part to let in air, and she allows my body to shroud hers.
Pushing. Pushing. I can’t help myself.
“Admit you want me.”
“Goddammit, Lachlan…”
“Say it, Laney. Just for me. Just for you. Admit you feel it too.”
“Of course I do!” she burst, resting her forehead to my chest I push my fingers through her shoulder length hair caught up in two clips either side of her head, from neck to crown. She looks so fucking innocent and adorable, I want to savagely eat her up.
I can’t say why I’m attracted to her, other than I’m raging hot for teach and the little mouse needs to realize that.
“I was there that night too. I wanted you then. I want you now, but this can’t… shouldn’t happen. It’s wrong.”
“Is it? Does my body on yours feel wrong?”
It’s impossible for her to hide the little whimper and my brain about explodes with satisfaction.
“Lachlan…please.” She pleads, giving me the eyes to match.
I dreadfully want to smash my mouth down on hers and taste her passion again, soak it into my bones until I’m drunk on her, but the little mouse needs to be just as hungry as me. I taunt her by lowering my head, watching how scared and aroused she becomes—her pupils big and black covering her irises. I can practically smell how much her pussy needs me. She’s so soft and pliable holding her hands to my heaving chest that just a slide of my hand under her skirt would reveal how much she aches for me to feel her slickness.
I know I’m asking her to throw her code of ethics and morals out of the window but honestly… I can give a fuck.
I want her, badly.
And she wants me back.
That’s the only two details that matter.
Anything else is just an ignorable nuisance.
So fucking what she happens to be my teacher and a few years older. I’ve proven already I can give Delaney exactly what she craves.
She’s just as dirty as me. Just as starved as me.
One last roll of my nose to her cheek and I step back, she trembles like she misses me already and I take sick pleasure in the arousal coating her eyes.
Panting mouse won’t even look at me as I smile and stroke a finger down her flushed cheek.
“See you at school, Miss Sloan, don’t be late.”
