Page 86 of Broken Dream
I let her take it. I let her push me back until my spine meets the cold steel of the table behind me. The chill sends shivers racing down my spine, but it does nothing to quench the burning heat coursing through my veins.
With one swift move, she pins me against the surface and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. She unbuttons my shirt, her touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin that only fuels the need coursing through me.
Her own shirt falls to the floor. When—how—did she take it off?
I cup her gorgeous breasts through the lace of her bra as we continue to devour each other, the taste of her skin intoxicating. She leans into my touch, a soft moan escaping her. But then she pauses, her breath hitching as she looks toward the door.
“Jason,” she whispers, pulling away slightly. Her eyes are wide with fear, her body rigid. “What if someone walks in?”
I reach out and gently cup her face with my hand, brush my thumb over the softness of her cheek. “Let them,” I breathe, my voice rough with desire.
And then I’m kissing her again, pulling her close until there’s not a single inch of space left between us. She threads her fingers through my hair, our bodies moving in sync as if we’ve done this a thousand times before.
The entire world could be walking by, and I wouldn’t care. All I can think about is Angie—her taste, her touch, her gasps and moans that send a primal thrill coursing through me.
I feel her heart pounding against my chest, beating in sync with mine as we grind against each other. I explore the curves of her body, mapping out a path of desire and lust that leaves us both gasping for breath.
She slides her hands down my back, pulling me closer as she arches against me. The feel of her bare skin…
God, I want her.
I need her.
I crave her.
I’m ready. So ready.
Until she pulls away slightly, looking up at me with those mesmerizing dark eyes of hers that are filled with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire.
“Jason,” she says. “The door.”
God, she’s right. What am I thinking? Anyone could walk in. I move toward the door, push the deadbolt into place.
And then I return to Angie.
“I want you,” I tell her. “That’s no secret. It’s wrong and I don’t care. I’ve told you that. So my question to you, Angie, is…what do you want?” I caress her cheek, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. “Do you want this fuck? Because I’m ready to fuck you again. Right here in the anatomy lab.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Angie
I’m ready to tell him yes.
Yes, I want this fuck more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
When Aunt Melanie’s image pops into my mind.
At the most inopportune moment. Talk about a libido killer.
She’s my mentor. What would she say? What would she think about what I’m doing right now?
It’s a breach of ethics, she would tell me.
Probably more so for Jason than for me, but still, he’s my teacher, and I should know better.
Push him away, I tell myself.
Tell him you don’t want this.
