Hot For Teacher(67)
Connor’s mouth dropped then he sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes burning strong with desire. “Fuck,” he gasped.
“We’ll be careful,” I pleaded, fisting his T-shirt into my palm and tugging him back to me. “And you owe me,” I said against his lips.
He smiled. “I explained my—”
“I don’t care. A promise is a promise. You owe me a night of passion.”
“V… I can’t. Don’t do this.”
My eyes fell with sadness as I moved away from him.
“I want to plan and make the day special for you. Just give me time, okay?”
Did I just hear that right? “You’re—”
“I’m considering it, yes. Your wish will always be my command, but I have to be sure this is what you really want.”
“It is,” I whispered.
Our car stopped at the top, rocking back and forth. I reached for Connor, grabbing his arm at the very same moment he gripped my waist, his body tense. He was afraid of heights.
I palmed the side of his head to calm him. “Kiss me and forget how high we are. Kiss me.”
He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me as I’d asked. I inhaled him, my arms wrapping around him.
Nothing else mattered.
In this perfect moment, it was just Connor and me.
***
Connor held my waist as we walked back to the Zipper, my arms wrapped around the teddy bear. We’d been gone for longer than we’d anticipated and we’re greeted by a frowning Amber. She stood with her arms crossed, but when she noticed us, she ran over. Connor let me go.
“Where did you guys go? You were supposed to stay right here!”
“I’m sorry. We just got off the Ferris wheel. Did you have fun on the ride?”
Amber’s face softened after hearing my explanation. “I had a blast. Mr. Tomlinson’s friends are fun and obnoxious, but I’m ready to go home. You ready? We don’t want to miss class again.”
“Yes,” I answered. It was time to go home.
Amber turned and waved goodbye to Connor’s friends.
I looked at Connor. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Tomlinson.”
As he stared back at me, his eyes flickered with fire. “See you tomorrow. Be good.”
Amber turns back to us, smiling. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Tomlinson.”
As we walked away, I turned back to catch one last glimpse of him for the night. He lifted a hand to give me a small wave goodbye.
I turned around, hugging my bear tighter.
I’m going to miss you until tomorrow, Connor Tomlinson.
Chapter 6
A personal family matter. He’d be gone for the rest of the week...
That was what the teacher who took Connor's spot told us when we’d arrived to class today. I immediately texted him after the news was delivered to us. No text back.
I tried again after class. No response.
"Is your dad back from his business trip?" Amber asked as we walked to our cars.
"He should be home today."
"Should we call Mr. Tomlinson? I hope he's okay."
"I think we should. I'm worried about him,” I said honesty, hoping he’d pick up her call.
We stopped walking as Amber dialed his number. Seconds had passed before she shook her head.
"It went to voicemail."
“Oh.”
"I'll call you if he calls me back. Are you heading home?"
"No, going to the community college to study.” And wait for Connor to call back.
“Have fun studying. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We hugged each other goodbye.
***
There was an upstairs corner section in the college library that I’d adopted as my studying nook. I’d sit on the floor with my back pressed against the wall, my knees up and book resting on my lap. I'd study like this for hours, sometimes until it was closing time. No one ever went to that particular section except on rare occasions.
And one of those rare occasions was happening now...
I saw the top of Connor's blond hair peeking above the books on the shelves. I stopped in surprised and blinked to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
He was there.
I took small steps, rounding the corner of the aisle. He stood with his hands in his pants pockets, browsing the books in front of him. He was dressed extremely preppy today: navy blue vest with a baby blue and white checkered dress shirt underneath and khakis. He looked so young and youthful.
And so handsome.
He heard me moving and turned his head toward me and smiled. I opened my mouth to ask why he was here, but he stopped me with a kiss, a kiss that topped all his other kisses. He kissed me until I trembled, grasping to hold on to him.
He spun me around and pinned me to the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as his kiss deepened. I was no longer a seventeen-year-old kid. I was a desirable woman.