He made a noise of anguish and his fingers dug deep into my hip. I smiled against his mouth before I pulled back to gaze into his hooded eyes.
揃esides,?I murmured, watching his pained expression with enjoyment. 揇on抰 you think it抯 time you give me more homework??
17
Wyatt
I put the fire out while Hannah got into the tent. I poured water on the flames and watched the steam rise into the sky. Once the hissing water had evaporated and only a few embers remained, I headed to the tent.
My pulse beat in my ears like a drum. I was so hard. So fucking hard.
This is not what you think it抣l be, I told myself. This was Hannah. Sweet, innocent Hannah. It didn抰 matter that no guy had been smart enough to make her come. It didn抰 matter that I wanted to make her back arch, make her eyes roll into the back of her head. That wasn抰 my place.
So what the fuck was I doing, pulling her into my lap and touching her hip and smelling her hair like I wanted to keep her?
I knew this feeling. This was the big wave anticipation, the flash of uncertainty as I watched a wave approach in Thailand three years ago. I was new to the area and didn抰 know the waves like I did in Queen抯 Cove. I couldn抰 read it but I still went for it, and I bailed hard. The wave tossed me around like a rag doll.
This thing between Hannah and I, it wasn抰 normal. I抎 never wanted anyone like I wanted her. It wasn抰 like anything I抎 ever experienced and I didn抰 know how to ride it.
The zipper purred when I closed it and I sat on the air mattress beside her. It was dark but I could make out her form in the dim light. 揑 should sleep in the car.?
揘o, thank you.?
I huffed a laugh.
She settled into her sleeping bag behind me, and I swallowed. I undressed down to my boxer briefs and slipped into my own sleeping bag beside her, not looking at her. I kept at least a foot between us and closed my eyes.
My skin prickled with the weight of her gaze.
I thought about you while I did my homework, professor.
My throat worked again. Fuck. My hands made fists at my side and I clenched my thighs to drain the blood from my hardening cock.
揥yatt.?Hannah抯 voice was barely above a whisper, and there was a light layer of something in it. Curiosity.
I ached at the soft tone of her voice. 揗hm??Could she hear how horny I was?
She sighed and the air mattress moved as she shifted. I could still sense her thinking. I opened my eyes and from the dim light of the moon on the tent, I caught the glitter of her eyes as she watched me with a bitten lip.
揥hat is it??My voice was husky. 揥hat抯 wrong??
揑 want棓 She worried her lip with her teeth.
揥hat??
She hesitated.
揥hat, Hannah? What do you want??
Her gaze pinned me. 揑 want you to make me come.?
Lust rocketed through me. There was no distracting this hard-on away. My cock ached for Hannah and the needy way she said that. A shiver rolled through me.
揑 don抰 know,?I said, like a fucking dumbass.
This wasn抰 some woman I met in a bar. This was Hannah. If we did this, if she pulled me under like a riptide, how could I walk away in September? Making her come, making her moan and twist and pant and whimper while rubbing her hot little center or thrusting inside her梖ucking hell桰抎 never get her out of my head.
One wrong move, losing focus for a split second, and she抎 pull me under and swallow me up. There was a current within me, tugging me towards her. Wanting her.
I fucking wanted her, especially right now when she laid beside me, watching me with a hopeful, hungry look. I抎 bet there was a blush on her cheeks.
She wiggled closer until she was inches away from me. Not touching me, but so close. 揌ow can I know what I like if I don抰 get any practice??
揧ou抮e supposed to practice on your own.?Only on her own. Not with anyone else.
揑 want to practice with you, like you said.?
Fuck. I did say that. 揧ou抮e making it hard to say no to you,?I rasped, clenching my eyes closed. I could smell her shampoo and it reminded me of when I was in her room, her body pressed against mine. Another shiver rolled through me. Every cell in my body wanted to kiss her again, pull her hair gently to open her sweet mouth up to me.
揑 trust you.?
God, those words. I trust you. I groaned.
She sighed. 揑 need to come. I抳e been thinking about it all day.?
My control broke. If that was what she needed, I would be her faithful servant. I抎 do it well, too. I抎 make her come harder than she ever had with her hand between her legs, late at night, all by herself. I抎 make her remember me, even when she was madly in love with some other guy and I was on the other side of the world, thinking about her.