Page 22 of Her Forbidden Teacher

My flesh heats at my chaotic thoughts. I find myself absently rubbing my nose along his jaw. We’re both quiet, neither of us breaking the spell. When his hand inches lower, I reward him with the tiniest kiss on his jaw.

“We should go back,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “You and I both know this is wrong.”

Does he move? No.

Do I? Hell, no.

“I like it,” I whisper against his flesh. “No one knows what we’re doing, so it’s safe.”

His palm slides lower, fully cupping my ass cheek. He gives it a little squeeze. “This romper should be illegal.”

I burst out laughing. “It’s so comfortable though.”

“Not for me and every damn guy at the school.”

“Poor baby,” I tease and gently suck on his neck.

His grip on my ass tightens almost painfully. “Addison.”

It’s a warning I don’t heed. I suck on his neck again. Then, I do it again, hoping to mark him. The thought of seeing his skin bruised while he teaches class turns me on.

I pull away slightly, needing to see his face. His lips are slightly parted and his eyes are hooded. When I’m about to bring my lips to his, his phone starts ringing. He stiffens and immediately removes his hand from my ass.

“We need to dry out before getting back in your car,” he mutters. “Time to leave, bad girl.”

I scoff as he carries me back to the shallows. “I thought I was your good girl.”

Lust burns hot in his gaze. “I said you wereagood girl, not mine.”

“My bad,” I say, pouting out my bottom lip. “I misunderstood.”

He presses his nose to mine, eyes boring into me as he carries me out of the water and onto the grass. Then, he slowly lowers me to my feet. The front of my body rubs against his obvious erection. I’ve never been with a guy like this and been able to feel his cock. Heat floods through me.

The things I want him to do to me…

“Well take a walk to dry off,” he grits out, eyes roaming over my soaked body. “We can’t return to school with you looking like that.”

I glance down at how my romper glues to my every curve. It satisfies me that Theo is every bit turned on by me as I am him.

He offers me his hand, and I suddenly don’t care about his cock or a kiss. I just want to hold his hand like I’m his.

As we walk along the grass toward a sunny area beyond the trees, he mutters, “Thank you for this.”

“I think we both needed it.”

And I plan on having more of it.

Chapter 8

Theo

Imanaged to survive the week without doing something regrettable. The day I took Addison to the lake was dangerous for the both of us. We touched, held hands, and talked like two lovers on a date. I think had we stayed in that water, I might have fucked her in it.

My chest hurts and it’s not all the gym time I’ve been putting in. I miss her and I hate that it’s the weekend. It seemed like every time we got a moment alone after the lake day, we’ve been interrupted.

Which is why I’m contemplating doing something stupid. Again.

Me: I hate the weekends now.