She moaned against my mouth, the echo of it sending a shock of pleasure down my spine. Her hips jutted forward, and it surprised her just as much as it surprised me. My finger inched in even farther, and her hands gripped down onto my shoulders, her tiny fingers digging so hard I could feel them through my hoodie. Our kiss broke, and she threw her head back, gasping as I began to move my finger slowly in her tight embrace. “Do what feels good, Gemma,” I whispered along the exposed skin of her neck. I knew what would make her come undone, but she needed to explore this feeling of euphoria. I wanted her to be comfortable, and Christ if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen with her moving her hips to meet my knuckle. God damn.
My lips kissed her soft skin again, and I had the sudden urge to suck on her neck, but I knew that would leave a mark, and although I wanted nothing more than the whole fucking world to know that I had left my mark on her, I knew it wasn’t in our best interest—at least, not with the SMC. I didn’t want them to know I was corrupting the good girl of St. Mary’s. My tutor. But that was exactly what I was fucking doing. I was corrupting her, and it was so selfish of me, yet I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good.
“Oh, my God.”
My hand moved underneath her shirt, and I felt the tight bud of her nipple against my hand, even through the thin cotton of her bra. Her sweet little pussy began constricting, and that was when I lost my hold on everything. I pushed my finger in farther and curved it toward the spot I knew she was itching for, and my palm brushed over her swollen clit. My mouth was on hers as her legs widened, my hand squeezed her perky breast, and I mumbled, “Unworthy. I’m so unworthy of this.” I pulled back just in time to watch her mouth open and her eyes fly shut. I felt her come undone on my finger, and I knew right then I was fucked.
I was royally fucked.
Gemma Richardson had my soul.
Chapter Forty
Gemma
As soon as I came down from my high and Isaiah pulled his hand out from under my skirt, I flushed so hard I began to sweat. Or maybe I was already sweating before. I wasn’t sure. I was incapable of coherent thoughts or sentences, which was exactly why I peered up at him and said, “Th—thank you.”
His face split into the biggest smile I’d ever seen, and I wanted to die right then. Actually, no. I didn’t. Because if I were dead, then I’d never get to feel what I just felt from his hand again. It was… I was speechless.
Isaiah stood back, peering down at me as I slowly brought my legs together. I was wet and sticky and nearly blinded by another round of embarrassment.
“What are you thinking?” he asked as he pulled his hood back up onto his head. I couldn’t see the exact shade of his blue eyes in the darkened room, but I had a feeling they were dancing with amusement.
I sighed, adjusting my skirt as I still sat on the dining table. Oh my God. What if the table was wet from me? “I—I don’t know what I’m thinking.”
His cheeky grin caught my eye. “That’s a lie. Tell me.”
“What are you thinking?” I countered, feeling bold.
He chuckled. “You are not ready to hear what I’m thinking.”
He was wrong. I was more than ready.
Isaiah had come closer to me, causing my pulse to race so fast I had a hard time focusing. “Tell me what you were thinking,” he urged, and there was something in his voice that tricked me into spouting off from the mouth like I had no control over it.
“I’m thinking that I want to do that again…with you.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. Did I just say that out loud?
Isaiah’s eyes clenched for a single second before his hands gripped my thighs, and he pulled me to the very edge of the dining table. My hands fell to my lap. “We will. I promise.” He ping-ponged his attention to my eyes and mouth before sighing. “But it’s late. We need to get back before the kitchen staff starts prepping for breakfast.” He paused, staring at my lips. “And it’s almost time for you to sneak out of your room and go to the art room.”
My eyes flicked to his, and I paused. “How did you know that?”
A slight dimple appeared. “How do I know you sneak out of bed every morning before school to work in private?”
I nodded.
“You think I’m going to let you sneak through these halls alone after finding out that Bain has some sort of infatuation with you?”
My brows puckered. “He has an infatuation with me? I thought you said he just wanted to use me against you.”
He shrugged. “Those two things go hand and hand, which is all the more reason why you shouldn't be sneaking through the halls in the middle of the night.” Isaiah’s hands gripped my waist, and he plopped me down onto the floor. “But since I know you won’t listen, just know you’re covered.” He winked at me, and I quickly looked away before my pink cheeks gave me away as I pulled my skirt down. I glanced at the table where I was sitting, and when I looked back up to Isaiah, he was smirking.
Why wasn’t I more embarrassed? Why wasn’t I more embarrassed that Isaiah’s finger, the same one that was currently touching mine, was just inside of me moments ago? Why was the thought of him going back to his room without me so disappointing? Why wasn’t I looking forward to the moment I was free from my obligation of tutoring him? Because after that, came freedom. That should have been the only thing on my mind. Not Isaiah and what he just did to my body.
“Stop overthinking,” he said before slightly opening the door to the hallway. He looked both ways and then pulled me through.
I stayed quiet as we walked through the halls, hand and hand. I was going to break free from his grasp once we reached the girls’ hall, but instead, he walked me all the way to my door, glancing back behind us several times.
Once we were in front of my door, I slowly turned to face him with my heart trying to race right out of my chest. Nerves sprouted from the very bottom of my belly as I thought about kissing him again. “Thank you for walking me to my room.”