So Many Reasons Why (So Many Reasons 1)

“Just my good friend Cass. She was concerned, but only because-” I broke off. “I've been through a lot. She can get protective of me. What did you tell them exactly?” I asked curiously.

“That it is what it is. You are my student, you’re amazing, and that I'm falling in love with you.” He said it so casually, but the way he looked at me, I knew his feelings for me ran deep. Deep enough for him to risk his career over me.

“You are?” I smiled. Wow. It was surreal hearing him say those words. I felt it, and I knew he felt it, but to hear him say it took this whole thing to another level. I snuggled up to him closer. “What did they say?”

“Just for me to be careful. But they know better than anyone that you can't help who you fall in love with” I wondered what he meant by that. His voice had the slightest edge to it, the faintest hint of anger. It was only there for a moment, and then it was gone. It left me wondering if I'd imagined it.

“I think I have.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

Wow. He hadn't said ‘love’, but the implication was there, as bright as day. He kissed me, his tongue caressing mine, our lips meeting in a soft embrace. We pulled away, I smiled at him.

“Shouldn't you be going? Mr busy Assistant District Attorney and all.” I swatted his arm playfully.

“Come on, you love having me here.” He teased. “What would you do without me? You'd be bored shitless here all alone.” His finger trailed down my arm, sending my skin into a frenzy of goose bumps.

“Hey, I coped the last twenty years without you. Besides,” I added smugly, “I've got Tom. What do you offer that he doesn't?”

“Come-on,” he scoffed, running his hand through his hair, a glint in his eyes. Oh god he looked hot when he did that. “Tom? Tom is no match for me.” I knew he and Tom would get along well, but all bets were off when it came to a girl. “You know I have plenty to offer you.” He said quietly. His fingers entangled mine.

“Your years of wisdom and intellect?” I quipped. “You are only a few years younger than my father, you know.” Simon groaned and buried his head in his hands.

“I'm a pervert.” I could just make out his muffled response. “And you are really good at ruining my sexual prowess.” He mumbled accusingly.

“You are a pervert,” I agreed, smiling at his mouth dropped open, “But if I had to let anyone pervert me, it would be you.” I giggled. His head shot up. A grin spread across his face. Oh god this guy could get under my skin. He reached over and grabbed my hand. He gently placed a finger to his mouth and kissed it. He watched me intently, his eyes burning into my own. I smiled, letting him know I was okay.

I let him pull me closer until our lips touched. The feel of his kiss too much, yet not enough. His body against me, I could feel his hardness. I loved that I had that effect on him. We kissed, again and again, each time with more urgency than the last. I let myself relax as my inner goddess began to emerge. I lifted myself on top of him. Slowly, I began to unbutton my top He watched, with a mix of surprise and anticipation. I slowly rubbed myself against his erection. He groaned, cocking his head as he watched me remove my top.

“Fuck, Emma. Oh god.” His hands trailed up to my naked waist as I unclasped my bra. He groaned as he fumbled his way out of his pants. Removing my panties, I pushed my skirt up and positioned myself over him.

I gasped as he entered me, gently rocking myself back and forth. His grip around my waist tightened. Rolling me onto my back, he took control, thrusting himself deeper and faster inside of me.

“God, you feel so good.” He looked into my eyes, I gasped again, as the climax began to heighten inside of me.

“Faster.” I panted, arching my back. He obliged, his expression full of desire. “Oh my!”

I gasped as I felt him explode inside of me. He rolled over next to me, out of breath. I snuggled in under his arm.

“That was amazing.” He nodded, still unable to string words together. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I felt myself drifting off as his fingers softly stroked my shoulder.

I woke to find Simon lying facing me. He smiled. He had been awake for a while, judging by his level of alertness. I glanced over at the table, where Maddie was eating cereal.

“How long have you been awake?” I yawned. I rolled over into his arms. His warmth engulfed me. I stretched my arms above his head, wrapping them around his neck. He kissed me again. His lips touched mine. So damn soft. I loved his lips.

“Since 6. It's 7:30 now.” He added, correctly anticipating my next question. “I have to get going. Too much work on today.” He kissed me again, this time his lips lingered on mine. He didn't want to go. I didn't want him to go either.

“Will you be over later?” I knew the answer would be yes. I just liked hearing it.

“This was a bad idea.” I gulped. The panic was setting in and I hadn't even left the lounge yet. I'd told Simon I was working to overcome my agoraphobia, now he was insisting he was going to help. His logic made sense. Having him to focus on made it easier to forget how hard it was to get outside my bubble.

“Seriously? We haven't even reached the door.”

“Oh because it’s so fucking easy for you, Mr-all-together-in-the-head.” I ranted. Simon burst out laughing. I glowered at him. His amusement was not helping.

“Em, have you met me? I'm a thirty-eight year old teacher slash District Attorney slash father of a four year old who is in love with a student! Does

that read easy to you?” My head shot up. Did he say love? He is in love with me? His face reddened as the realisation of what he'd just said dawned on him. My fingers tightened around his.

“You love me?” I teased softly. It was the first time he'd actually said it. He loved me.