Teacher - Voyeur

I almost laughed at myself, sweating like a virgin on her wedding night. In reality, we may only hold hands again. We may do more—light grazes, more heavy breathing. Anything was possible, and my mind was taking me on a roller coaster ride, waiting to find out. Jesus, last time I barely survived just sitting there.

Running my hand through my hair, I did my best to calm down. As sexual as this was, it wasn’t sexual. This wasn’t a normal experience. No, she was going to let me touch her body, which might cause her to flip out and make it worse.

I bit back a groan and managed to stop my hand from banging on the bar.

What if I made it worse?

Just because I could hold her hand for less than thirty seconds and teach her to defend herself didn’t mean we could watch sex and touch without repercussions.

“Hey,” her soft voice greeted.

I snapped upright and turned, forcing a neutral expression to hide all my inner turmoil. “Hey, you made it.”

She looked beautiful in a form-fitted, long sleeve dress. The simple burgundy fabric hid her ample cleavage under a square neck and covered her to mid-thigh. It wasn’t flashy or low-cut, but on her body, it may as well have been. She was stunning.

Hanna tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. Unlike me, she looked to have no nerves about this evening. Obviously, I wasn’t doing a good enough job at hiding my own because the more she took me in, the more her brows pinched.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I rushed to reassure her. I needed to get it together. My feelings were nothing compared to hers. I waved off her comment and smiled. “Just a long week.”

She nodded, looking a little less than convinced, and scanned the room. “It’s less busy tonight.”

“Yeah. Not being a holiday helps.”

One of the bartenders asked Hanna what she wanted to drink, and she surprised me by ordering a shot of tequila rather than the neat drink she usually sipped on.

With the glass firmly clasped between her slim fingers, she peeked my way and offered her excuse. “Just to calm the nerves,” she said with a light laugh and shrug.

“No judgment here.”

And down it went, quickly followed by a wedge of lime pressed between her luscious lips. I barely held back my groan.

With the shot gone and nervous silence stretching between us, my mind scrambled to fill the gap. Before I could say anything, she turned and asked, “Do you want to dance?”

Not really, was my first reaction. Instead, I said, “Sure.”

I lightly rested my fingers at the base of her back and guided her to the edge of the dance floor closest to the wall. I knew she did better when there were less people behind her. The lights swirled around her, different than the direct lights above the bar, making her green eyes flash. The slow, heavy beat of the song surrounded us, and she wasted no time swaying her hips side to side. Every move, simple and alluring. She wasn’t trying to garner the attention of every man with the sway of her hips, but she surely had mine.

I did a horrible two-step, which she quickly caught on to and smiled. Pressing up to her toes, she scooted close to talk in my ear.

“You don’t dance, do you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the best one out here.”

She stepped back and smiled, relaxing me more than I’d been all night. One song bled into another, and I made sure she had the space to move. When a slow song came on, I looked to her for direction. Without any hesitation, she stepped into my arms, sliding her hands up and around my neck. I lightly rested my hands on her waist and kept a respectable high school dance distance between us.

“You’re much better at slow dancing,” she said, smiling.

“A beautiful woman makes it easy.”

She scrunched her nose around her smile. “Do women fall for those lines?”

I tipped my head side-to-side. “Sometimes.”

Couples around us swayed in each other’s arms. Some locked together from hip to lips. One couple had stopped dancing all together and were making out. They’d arranged themselves on the corner of the dance floor, cast in shadow, but enough to still be seen. He kissed down her neck, burying his head in her breasts, and I wondered if I’d be kissing down Hanna’s neck tonight. I wondered what her skin would taste like.

My cock hardened and I shook my head, snapping out of the fantasy. That wasn’t what tonight was about. “How was your week?” I asked, keeping a neutral topic.

“Good.”

“Any weekend plans?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she hesitated, studying me. “Is this what you do with all the girls you dance with? Keep space and simple conversation?”

“No. Not even a little bit.”