Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
It's almost 10 by the time I'm done with homework...and some other things.
Some other...intimate things.
Holly looks up at me with her heavy-lidded eyes. Her hands are on my chest, and she can no doubt feel the race of my heartbeat. I look down at her, breathless.
I never thought kissing would be this fun. And addicting.
There were a million times when I thought that we should stop while we were at school or at her house, but it was almost impossible to push her away. When she nears, it's like she's filling me up. Even when she's not touching me.
Her scent fills my nose, her heat wraps around my body and when she presses up against me, I'm a goner.
When I got into a relationship with Holly, I didn't know what to expect—from her and from myself. The chances of this working out for even a week seemed impossible.
I'm always both jittery and at peace around her. Jittery is when I'm anticipating any random attacks from her where she pounces at me for a kiss, and peace is when we're both just together, in each other's space.
"I have to go." I breathe out.
Her hands travel from my chest to my stomach, then back up to my chest. My breath wavers as she feels me. "Then go." She whispers.
"You're kinda pinning me to the wall."
"You can push me away." She states, reaching on her toes, until I can feel her hot breath on my neck. She hovers her face over my skin but doesn't touch it. "You have that much strength."
I do. I purse my lips. But I can't bring myself to.
My body tingles in anticipation for the moment Holly's lip clamps on the curve of my neck, but she doesn't.
She's purposefully stalling.
"Holly." I breathe.
"I'm here."
"Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Just do it already." I groan, a slight tone of frustration in my voice.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She plays innocent, pressing her body into mine.
I shudder at the feel of her warm body. "Just do it."
She trails her nose along my skin.
My body tingles but it's not yet satisfied. It won't be, without her mouth.
"What's the magic word?" She whispers.
"Seriously?" My annoyance grows, and so does the slight ache in my lower region that keeps on increasing.
