Page 46 of Hot Four Teacher
“What’s your idea?”
He scoots a little closer to me, and I still have no idea where this is going. But the way his blue eyes stare into mine, I really don’t care.
My heart beats out of my chest as he grabs my chin between his thumb and finger and slowly pulls me toward him. With every second, my pulse quickens even more.
When his face is mere inches from mine, my eyes close, and I’m anxious for what’s going to happen next. A slight gasp escapes from between my lips as he makes contact with them.
It’s been forever since I’ve had anyone kiss me—when I’m sober.
And it’s so much better than I remember. As his lips massage mine, I get lost in the moment. Dane is so tender, yet so commanding all at the same time. It makes me want to see which one of those things he favors more during other activities.
My entire body relaxes as he softly grabs my lips between his. Just when I’m wishing for more, he pulls back.
“There,” he says, sounding almost as breathless as I am. “Now, we’ve got that out of the way. Maybe we can both relax a little.”
Although we kissed the other night, this feels different. Now, I’m sober enough to take in every single detail and am able to truly appreciate how incredible it is.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Glad we did that.”
And wishing that we were doing more.
I silently tell my libido to quiet down. Just because Dane is a good kisser, that doesn’t mean he’s going to be equally skilled in the sack.
He quickly gets out of the truck and walks over to open my door. I usually would already be out before he had a chance to be chivalrous, but I’m still reeling from the kiss.
He opens my door and holds out his hand for mine. Still trying to compose myself, I take it and step out. Much to my surprise, he continues holding my hand as we walk across the parking lot.
It’s nice.
And he was right. The kiss eased some of my nerves.
“I hope you like Italian,” he says.
“Love it.”
We head inside to the warmly lit restaurant, and the hostess leads us to a quiet corner booth.
After we’re seated, our waitress comes over to introduce herself and get our drink orders. When I look up at her, I’m a little taken back because her boobs are massive. I’m not saying that to be rude in any way. It’s just a fact. I don’t often gawk at other women, but it’s hard not to.
Trying not to stare, I look at my menu and order a glass of wine. Dane orders a whiskey, and she walks away.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t gawk. It’s like he barely even notices her. Maybe that’s the case…or maybe he’s better at hiding it than I am.
“What are you going to get?” He asks me.
Boy, that’s a loaded question. If I get anything with red sauce, I run the risk of making a mess of my white sweater. If I get any type of cream sauce, I run the risk of shitting my pants later. That much cream wreaks havoc on my stomach.
Decisions, decisions.
“Uhm,” I begin. “Maybe some chicken parmesan or something.”
“That sounds good. I might get that too.”
A few moments later, Big Tits Magee comes back to take our order. This time, I notice just how hard she stares at Dane. She looks at him like she’s hoping he’ll give her a compliment. But he still doesn’t give her anything besides his order.
When she’s gone again, Dane focuses his full attention on me. “So, how has your week been?”
“Not bad, I guess. My daughter is having issues with her dad, so I’m trying to navigate that with her. I’m always toeing the line between trying to help and overstepping a boundary.”
