I doubt he notices the beautiful flush to her cheeks, her shiny-wet, just-kissed lips, her puckered nipples through her dress, or the way her hands are shaking. I can’t deny it, knowing I did that to her and knowing she’d wanted my hands on her—it’s hotter than hell.
She’d tasted sweet like honey; her body had felt sexy like sin. I want more.
Lost in my own thoughts, I blink and realize Hadleigh’s gone, and I’m left here with Trey and his mop bucket on wheels. He gives me a quizzical look, and all I can do is chuckle. “Let me get out of your way, too.”
Chapter 14
Hadleigh
I hurry away from the workroom and Trey, leaving him to get his job done. I’d been unable to look Sawyer in the eye before I left and I feel like shit about it, but what am I supposed to do? I’m his mentor, for fuck’s sake. My face flames hot, ashamed of what I’d allowed to happen.
Oh my Jesus, what was I thinking? We’d totally just gone for it—bodies plastered together, mouths tasting, hands groping. I’d practically dry humped him right there in the workroom.
And the biggest issue is that I’d liked it. A whole lot. I’d been hotter for him than I can ever remember being for anyone else. Ever. My panties are a damp reminder of just how much he’d aroused me with his hard body and tempting mouth. I take a few careful breaths when I reach my classroom, trying in vain to steady myself. My heart still thunders in my chest, and I have a feeling it will be a while before my body stops wigging out. I don’t know where Sawyer disappeared to because I actually thought he might follow me in here. I blow out a semi-relieved breath for that small favor. I need to do some serious, serious thinking.
Holy shit. I press my fingers to my temples, squeezing my eyes tightly shut for a few seconds. Is he seeing that girl I saw him with? Had I made the first move, or had he? I can’t remember. I honestly can’t. My hand shakes as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and try to scan my recent memory. It had happened all at once. One second we were just standing there, and the next, we’d been in each other’s arms, no pretenses. There’d been no getting-to-know-you awkwardness, no fumbling around, just a full-on, explosive good time.
He’s an unbelievably good kisser, taking control and showing me no mercy. I’d been like putty in his hands. I’d wanted him so badly I think I’d even whimpered a little at one point. And, oh my God, I can’t help but think what it would be like if he used that talented tongue on other parts of my body. I huff out a laugh at myself. And we won’t even discuss what was going on below his belt. I press one hand to my stomach, where I can still feel the hard ridge of his cock against me. This man is the stuff dreams are made of.
I realize I’ve been staring off into space for who knows how long when I hear the wheels of Trey’s rolling mop bucket squeaking away to the next room. What the hell would have happened if Trey hadn’t been here cleaning? Would we have fucked right there in the workroom? I feel like I’d been about ten seconds from pulling my dress to my waist and yanking off my panties to let him bury his hard cock deep inside my body. I’d like to think I have better control than that, but Sawyer is proving to be a very real temptation.
My thoughts wander again, and I let myself entertain ideas about how it would have all gone down. Would he have had his wicked way with me right there on the desk we share? Would he have used his hot mouth on my nipples and slowly made me crazy with need before he made me come so hard I’d scream with the force of it? I shudder as a pulse of desire centered right in my core snaps me out of my dirty workroom fantasies.
Just great. I’m not going to be able to walk into the workroom ever again without every single one of those thoughts playing in my head. And it will be worse when he’s sitting there beside me. How am I going to look him in the eye? What have I done? I slip my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone.
Me: Girls, I need advice. And help. And a cold bucket of water dumped on my head.
It takes them a few seconds to respond, and I swear my leg is bouncing up and down just as much as the little dots on the phone screen do as I wait impatiently.
Piper: Uh-oh. I take it you talked to him?
Me: Nope.
Madison: Wait, who?
Me: Sawyer.
Sophia: Uh-oh.
Me: I kissed him. He kissed me. I don’t really know who made the first move.
Me: My head is a mess.
Quinn: Double uh-oh.
Piper: Was it like a sweet little peck?
Me: Nope again. Please don’t judge. I’m freaking out over here.
Me: It was all heat and lips and lust, then we were interrupted when Trey came down the hall to mop the workroom.
Zoey: OMG, sorry, late to the party. Did Trey catch you making out?
Me: Fortunately, no. He dropped his mop in the hallway and made a big noise right before he got to us.
Me: You’ve never seen two people jump apart so fast in your whole life.
Quinn: Try not to panic. And we aren’t judging at all. We’re just concerned for you.
Sophia: Exactly. Did you talk about what happened?
Me: No :(
Sophia: So, that initial attraction is still there?
Me: And grown. A
