“See, now all you’re doing is turning me on,” I growl. Flipping my body over so she’s now underneath me, I crush my mouth against hers, relishing her taste. She sighs, her arms wrapping around my neck as I nudge her legs apart.
My mouth slowly moves down her neck and over her breasts. I take her nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. She sighs, her back arching, pushing her body closer against mine.
My cock throbs as I reach for a condom and secure it on. Rolling my fingers down over her naked body, I stop at her entrance, my finger teasing her. She gasps again, bucking her hips forward. I grin, loving watching her squirm.
I slip a finger inside her tightness while tracing circles around her clit with my thumb. Her hips lift off the mattress as she cries out. I move faster, each thrust of my finger sending her body crazy. When she’s on the verge of exploding, I quickly position myself between her legs and drive my length inside her.
“Oh,” she gasps, her fingernails digging into my back as she throws her head back against the pillow. “Oh, god yes.”
Seeing her so close spurs me on. I thrust deeper and harder, the pressure building inside me with every movement. I force myself to hold back, determined to make her come first. She groans, her legs going limp as her body begins to spasm. I drive myself inside her, groaning as I release. My head falls forward and she kisses me, her thighs milking the last of my release from me.
I collapse on the bed beside her, rolling her into my arms. My body is buzzing, and even the weight of the sheets against my skin is almost too much to handle.
“That was….I have no words,” she mumbles, nuzzling into my neck. I smile and kiss her head, knowing exactly what she means.
We drift in and out of sleep for the next few hours, not moving from the bed. This whole weekend has been fucking perfect. I watch as she dozes next to me, noticing every little thing about her. I wonder what she dreams about?
Gently, I stroke her hair. She stirs, but settles back against my warmth. I want to stay like this forever. I haven’t said it yet, but I love her. I love her so fucking much it hurts. I want to be with her all the time and when I’m not, she’s all I think about.
Somehow, this kooky, funny woman has become my world.
***
Fuck, I hate Mondays.
After such a great weekend, having to get back to reality and work feels like such a letdown. I lay in bed as the clock ticks past six, waiting for my alarm to sound. As soon as it does, I know Lance will start barking, demanding not to be forgotten before I go off to work.
I roll over and enjoy the last few minutes of my sleep while I think about Kiara. Could she be any more amazing? I’m falling for this woman, and I’m falling hard. I try not to show it, but this whole thing scares me too. The only woman I ever loved left me, and it’s something I’m still getting over.
After I take Lance for a quick jog and set him and Mr. Scruffy up for the day, I head into work. Pulling into the teachers’ parking lot, I rub my neck. I’ve never looked so forward to summer break. My first term as principal has been a real eye-opener, and with all the stuff that’s happened with Kiara on top of that, I feel like I need some time to sort out my head.
My morning routine continues with my second coffee for the day, which I prepare in the staffroom. It’s barely seven thirty, so I pretty much have the place to myself. I’m about to leave for my office when a faint sound grabs my attention. I set my cup down and walk to the other end of the staffroom, rounding the corner.
Kelly sits alone at a table, her face buried in her hands. It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s crying. I wince as my foot kicks the leg of the table. She looks up, her eyes wide.
“Sorry,” I mutter, my voice sheepish. “I heard a noise and thought I’d check it out…” My voice trails off. Why I’m here seems kind of pointless now. “Are you okay?”
Great question. Obviously she’s not.
“I’m fine,” she answers hurriedly, wiping her eyes. “It’s nothing.” She even manages to force a smile, and although I’m not convinced, we’re hardly close enough for me to pry any further.
But you have an obligation as her boss.
Fuck.
Sighing, I pull out a chair and sit down.
“I’m a good listener if you want to talk,” I offer. “No judgment. Pretend I’m a friend and not your boss.”
She shrugs. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just…” She shakes her head. “My parents are visiting and they know exactly how to make me feel like shit.”
“I can relate to that,” I say. “I was never good enough for my dad. I’m still not. He thinks what I do is a waste of time. He never forgave me for not following in his footsteps.”
“What does he do?” she asks.
“Lawyer. Same as his father and my brother.”
“Right, so you get it then.” She p