Page 20 of Fight for You (Flirting with Forever 2)

“I wonder if maybe we should just admit that there’s an attraction between us. It may make things easier. Acknowledge the elephant in the room, you know?” I stare intently at her as her eyes flicker shut, her long lashes fanning over the tops of her cheeks. I imagine that’s just how she’d look if I were to put my lips on hers.

Flames flare in my veins and burst to life, rushing through me. She hasn’t done anything but stand here with me, and I don’t know if I can handle the heat raging between us.

I watch her chest rise and fall a few times before I step closer. “Hadleigh.” Her name rasps from my throat, a plea. At the sound, her eyes open again, and she looks almost startled that I’ve come close to her.

My heart beats so hard, I swear I can hear it in the blood racing throughout my body. It’s a steady, insistent rhythm that pounds through every cell for her and her alone.

Before I know what I’m doing, my hand coasts over her hip, my palm flattening against the small of her back, tugging her closer. So close. I look down at her, not sure what to make of the intensity i

n her eyes. They’re a dark brown abyss that I think I’m about to get lost in, and I can’t figure any way around it except to surrender to what we both so clearly want. Desire always tastes sweeter when it’s forbidden. And this thing between us? This feels wrong but at the same time so right.

Control snaps. Our mouths crash together, colliding in a tangled twist of lips, teeth, and tongues. Our bodies slam together too, hands immediately stroking over each other. It’s passion, hunger, and lust all wrapped up into one neat package. She’s so hot, writhing against me, her lips moving on mine, trying her best to somehow get closer to me. She grips my hand in hers and places it on her breast. With an agonized groan, I squeeze, then rub my palm over her nipple until it forms a stiff peak I can feel through her dress and bra. A tremor rolls through her and she moans, long and low. My dick is at full attention, branding her stomach right through our clothing.

She throws her head back, panting, and my mouth descends on her neck to feast. I leave open-mouthed kisses everywhere, savoring the taste of her skin like I’ve been hungering for her my whole life. And I have—I’ve been starving for her. She’s everything I want—everything I’ve been dreaming of.

“Sawyer.” She’s all breathy and hot as her hands grab my ass and hold on tightly, connecting our bodies as intimately as possible with our clothing still in the way. The heat radiating from her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I suck her earlobe into my mouth, and she whimpers, her whole body straining impossibly closer to mine.

Crash.

A noise in the hallway has us jumping apart so fast you’d think we’d burned each other.

For a few beats we stand there and stare at each other, pupils dilated, breath ragged and shallow.

Hadleigh blinks a few times, finally gathers herself, and peeks out into the hallway. “Oh, hey, Trey. You scared me.”

A man’s voice, slightly muffled, says, “Sorry, Ms. Beckett. I didn’t know anyone was still here. The mop got away from me. Do you mind if I clean the floors in there?”

“Nope, not at all. Come on in.” She pushes the door all the way open to allow the janitor into the room. “We were just finishing up.”

Were we? Because I know I wasn’t nearly done. I want more of her.

But how do we do that? I can already tell she’s not going to handle the fact that we almost just got caught in the middle of a make out session very well. She’s babbling to the janitor as if he has some sort of inkling about what was going on in here—he doesn’t—and she’s trying to convince him to forget about it.

I doubt he notices the beautiful flush to her cheeks, her shiny-wet, just-kissed lips, her puckered nipples through her dress, or the way her hands are shaking. I can’t deny it, knowing I did that to her and knowing she’d wanted my hands on her—it’s hotter than hell.

She’d tasted sweet like honey; her body had felt sexy like sin. I want more.

Lost in my own thoughts, I blink and realize Hadleigh’s gone, and I’m left here with Trey and his mop bucket on wheels. He gives me a quizzical look, and all I can do is chuckle. “Let me get out of your way, too.”

Chapter 14

Hadleigh

I hurry away from the workroom and Trey, leaving him to get his job done. I’d been unable to look Sawyer in the eye before I left and I feel like shit about it, but what am I supposed to do? I’m his mentor, for fuck’s sake. My face flames hot, ashamed of what I’d allowed to happen.

Oh my Jesus, what was I thinking? We’d totally just gone for it—bodies plastered together, mouths tasting, hands groping. I’d practically dry humped him right there in the workroom.

And the biggest issue is that I’d liked it. A whole lot. I’d been hotter for him than I can ever remember being for anyone else. Ever. My panties are a damp reminder of just how much he’d aroused me with his hard body and tempting mouth. I take a few careful breaths when I reach my classroom, trying in vain to steady myself. My heart still thunders in my chest, and I have a feeling it will be a while before my body stops wigging out. I don’t know where Sawyer disappeared to because I actually thought he might follow me in here. I blow out a semi-relieved breath for that small favor. I need to do some serious, serious thinking.

Holy shit. I press my fingers to my temples, squeezing my eyes tightly shut for a few seconds. Is he seeing that girl I saw him with? Had I made the first move, or had he? I can’t remember. I honestly can’t. My hand shakes as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and try to scan my recent memory. It had happened all at once. One second we were just standing there, and the next, we’d been in each other’s arms, no pretenses. There’d been no getting-to-know-you awkwardness, no fumbling around, just a full-on, explosive good time.

He’s an unbelievably good kisser, taking control and showing me no mercy. I’d been like putty in his hands. I’d wanted him so badly I think I’d even whimpered a little at one point. And, oh my God, I can’t help but think what it would be like if he used that talented tongue on other parts of my body. I huff out a laugh at myself. And we won’t even discuss what was going on below his belt. I press one hand to my stomach, where I can still feel the hard ridge of his cock against me. This man is the stuff dreams are made of.

I realize I’ve been staring off into space for who knows how long when I hear the wheels of Trey’s rolling mop bucket squeaking away to the next room. What the hell would have happened if Trey hadn’t been here cleaning? Would we have fucked right there in the workroom? I feel like I’d been about ten seconds from pulling my dress to my waist and yanking off my panties to let him bury his hard cock deep inside my body. I’d like to think I have better control than that, but Sawyer is proving to be a very real temptation.

My thoughts wander again, and I let myself entertain ideas about how it would have all gone down. Would he have had his wicked way with me right there on the desk we share? Would he have used his hot mouth on my nipples and slowly made me crazy with need before he made me come so hard I’d scream with the force of it? I shudder as a pulse of desire centered right in my core snaps me out of my dirty workroom fantasies.

Just great. I’m not going to be able to walk into the workroom ever again without every single one of those thoughts playing in my head. And it will be worse when he’s sitting there beside me. How am I going to look him in the eye? What have I done? I slip my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone.

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