I glance up from the pad, blink at her. She looks startled. After what I told her last time we met, I thought it was clear my past wasn’t all special tutors and expensive lessons. Fuck, does she even know or guess I never finished school?
“Sorry,” she whispers, bites her lip—goddammit—and wiggles on her knees. “Didn’t mean to break your concentration.”
Is she kidding me? She intrudes on every thought and every wish that goes through my mind. I gaze into her denim-blue eyes, and I have visions of us tangled in my sheets, of me licking the sweat off her thighs as I bend between them, of her crying out my name—
The charcoal falls from my fingers and crashes to the floor with a sound like a bomb going off.
The fuck.
I leave the piece lying there and tear off the drawing, let it drift down to join the charcoal. I need something softer to nail her expression, the heavy-lidded bedroom eyes, the parted lips, the contrast between her dark halo and her sky-hued gaze. Soft and nervous, sexy and unsure, I want it all.
At least I’ll have her on paper, so I can look at her long after she’s gone from my life.
***
“You finished?”
“Hm?” I shade in the outline of her mouth, then glance up at her. “What?”
She’s leaning back, hands gripping the headboard, her white blouse riding up to reveal her bellybutton, and I shift uneasily in my seat. My balls ache with the need to come. I’ve been hard for… how long now? Hours. Hours spent staring at her, fantasizing. Wanting her.
I wonder briefly if chronic boners can prove fatal. It sure feels like it. I’m hard for her, but inside my resolve is weakening, softening, and my heart is pounding as I look at her.
So fucked…
“I said, have you finished with the drawing?” She wrinkles her nose. “You’ve been staring at it for a while now.”
Damn cute. I try to find words. Language fails me, so I grunt, and I hope she takes it as a yes.
“You probably want to do other stuff,” she says, sitting up, tugging on her blouse, and my eyes follow the way it molds over her lush curves. “Eat lunch, meet with friends. I don’t know… Stuff.”
She’s leaving.
I’m on my feet before I realize and walking over to her, the drawing pad and pencil thudding to the bare floor.
“Haven’t finished.” Not done with you.
“But I thought you—”
I sink down on the bed and lick my lips. I feel like a wolf licking his chops. I’ll scare her if I keep this up, so I scramble for an explanation.
I can’t. Can’t explain it even to myself.
So instead I lift my hands to her shoulders, skimming over her slender collarbone.
“What…?” she begins, and I shush her.
“One more drawing,” I say and grip the straps of her top. “Is this okay, Embers?”
I wait until she nods, and when she does, my fucking breath catches.
Shit, I’ve been dying to do this, to stroke her soft skin, to see more of her. She’s watching me, a blush coloring her cheeks, and my dick twitches in my pants. I’ve never felt so close to coming only by cupping a girl’s soft shoulders and staring into her eyes, so clear you’d think the darkening blue in their depths is her soul.
Time slows as I tug the straps over her arms, and her double-layer, satiny top slips down to her waist, baring her upper body to me.
Holy fuck. I thought she’d be wearing one of those strapless bras underneath… Nope. No bra. And goddammit, she’s fucking beautiful. More beautiful than I imagined her to be, and that’s after jacking off to the image of her. But her tits, man… Round and larger than I thought they’d be, crowned with rosy nipples that are hardening as I watch, rising to peaks.
“Jesus, girl,” I whisper, my pulse pounding until I think my heart will break out of my chest. “You trying to kill me or something?”