Dance for Me

Chapter Fifteen

Thank God Ransom is on the same page. We barely make it past the front door before we're tearing at each other's clothes. I lost my shoes somewhere near the door, my top between the living room and the kitchen, and my pants outside the bathroom. When Ransom pushes me down on the bed, I'm wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black underwear and bra. He's still fully dressed in his jeans and gunmetal gray button-down shirt. He makes causal sexy in a way no man, I've ever met, can. My stomach flutters in anticipation as he stands between my legs and stares down at me.

"I don't know what I'm doing here," he says, his voice low and rough.

"You're here to fuck me."

His grimace gives me a moment of panic. Did I say something wrong? What if he walks away? I sit up, smoothing my hands up his torso. "Stop thinking so much. You're giving me a headache."

"I'm sorry." His fingers burrow into my hair, tugging at the strands as he makes a tight fist at the back of my head. "I just can't stop thinking about how wrong it is for a teacher to be with a student."

"We're more than that, though." Being involved prior has to count for something, right? "We're adults, Ransom. Do you really think anyone would punish us for being attracted to each other?"

"For acting on it, yes. Definitely." Despite his words, Ransom leans down, pressing me back into the mattress, and kisses the swell of my breasts. If he cares so much about the rules, he's certainly not showing it.

Gripping his biceps, I revel in him, in his touch. It's been so long. "Then we'd better make sure no one finds out."

A growl rumbles in the back of his throat and Ransom surges up, claiming my mouth with a bruising kiss. Our hands move frantically as we remove the rest of the clothing that separates us. Ransom is as eager as I am, but somehow he manages to rein it in.

Moving down my body, he nips at my skin, placing soothing licks after each bite. I look down in shock as he positions his wide shoulders beneath my legs. Reaching down to sift my fingers through his hair, my breathing increases in anticipation of his next move. This is another thing he hasn't done in a while. The last time I asked, he had muttered something about being too impatient to be inside me, and that was that.

Seeing him there now, staring up at me, I can hardly breathe. When he covers me with his mouth, my head slams back into the blankets, and a vicious moan rips from my lips. He circles my clit with his tongue and then laps at my opening. Dragging the flat of his tongue up my slit, he repeats the pattern, lapping, circling, tasting, and teasing. Taking me further than he ever has before. It's a torturous dance that causes all of my muscles to convulse, until I am shaking so hard, I can't tell whether I'm going to come or if I already have.

When his touch becomes too painful to bear, I push his head away. He comes up laughing as he wipes his mouth dry. "What's the matter, baby?"

I don't even have enough strength in my muscles to lift my arm to punch him. Hooking my legs around his powerful thighs, I open myself to him. "Shut up and fuck me."

Reaching back, he retrieves a condom lying on top of the blankets I hadn't noticed him put there. After rolling it on, he braces himself above me and flexes his hips. His length is long and hard and stretches me as it slowly enters me.

"Yes, Ransom. It feels so good," I moan breathily as he seats himself fully.

"So do you, Josephine. You feel incredible." His eyes slip shut and he moans as he rocks into me. The slow, steady pace he sets is so unlike the way we usually have sex. Tonight, Ransom is taking his time, and I feel it. I feel everything. This isn't sex. This is making love.