Teacher - Voyeur

I climbed off first and offered my hand, helping her out of the boat. She immediately stripped out of her shoes, and just before we could head to our cabana, she stopped, turning toward the open bar on the other side of the dock.

“Let’s go dance.”

“What?”

A devious smile in place, she grabbed both hands and tugged me toward the vibrant music and steel drums.

As nice and organized as our dinner was, this place was the opposite, more like a bar, and the dance floor was wherever you wanted it to be.

Hanna decided that the edge of the open area was where she wanted to be. She held my hands and swayed side to side, her thighs peeking out from her slits. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her hair brushing her skin. I barely swayed with her, merely holding tight and getting lost in her moves.

She tugged me forward, licking her lips as she collided with my chest. Sliding her hands around my neck, she smiled up at me, and I held onto her waist, growing harder with each pass of her hips.

I tried to repeat that this was nothing, that this wasn’t a lesson I could teach her on. This was two friends dancing on vacation together.

My words were worthless, and my eyes slid closed as her nails dragged over the back of my scalp, sending chills down my spine. She pulled me down until she could whisper in my ear.

“You know,” she started and then hesitated.

I tugged back to see her eyes. They dropped away, but I saw the nerves. “Hanna, what is it?”

They flicked back to mine, and I tried to be the comfort she always found within me. “You know, we haven’t tried everything yet. Just because we’re not at Voyeur doesn’t mean we can’t do a lesson.”

I swallowed, trying for the same aloofness I’d had the first time I’d offered to be hers. “Like I said, my body is yours.”

Her eyes darkened and she breathed hard through her nose. “Will you sleep with me? Wi-will you let me go down on you?”

Oh. Holy fuck.

Without thinking it through, my grip tightened on her waist, and I shoved her back, needing the distance.

Hanna’s face fell, her eyes immediately brimming with tears. “I-I’m sorry.” She looked away, dropping her hands. “I shouldn’t have taken advant—”

“No, stop,” I pleaded, pulling her hands back to my shoulders, but still keeping a little distance. “Hanna, you are delicious, and in case you couldn’t tell, I’ve been hard this whole time, and here you are, offering to put those luscious lips on me.” I closed my eyes and breathed in deep before continuing. “I needed to step back before throwing you over my shoulder and taking you in a dark corner.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Yeah. Oh.”

“So, that means you want to?” she asked slowly.

Fuck yes, almost tumbled from my lips without thought, but this wasn’t a woman propositioning me at Voyeur. This was Hanna, and I wanted to handle her offer with care. “You are a gorgeous woman and if this is what you really want—”

“It is. With you,” she interjected.

“Are you sure?”

She laughed. “Daniel. You’re pretty gorgeous yourself, and I’m comfortable with you. If there’s anyone I think I can do this with—want to do this with—it’s you. I trust you.”

The last woman who trusted me, I’d let down spectacularly.

I wouldn’t do that to Hanna.

“Okay.”

20

Hanna

“Okay?” I asked, just to confirm I didn’t imagine what I wanted to hear.

His lips tipped up on one side. “Yes. I’d be honored.”

With my lip pinned beneath my teeth, I looked down, unable to meet his sky-blue eyes when nerves kicked in. “Do you want to head back?” I asked softly.

“Not quite yet. Give me one minute and maybe a few more dances.”

“Okay,” I answered slowly.

He walked toward an employee and talked briefly before returning. “Now, about those dances.”

He held his hand out, and I didn’t hesitate to let his large palm engulf my smaller one. The slow beat reached across the sand and begged us to get closer. It was like the musician knew we’d made a deal to sleep together tonight and encouraged the mood. Although, I was sure half the people here were couples with plans to sleep together. Not many friends rented out romantic ocean bungalows.

I slid my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, letting my fingers sink into his hair. His fingers wrapped slowly around my waist, resting just above my bottom, pulling me in tight. His hard length reminded me that he’d been that way all night.

How would he feel inside me? Would it hurt? It’d always hurt before, but this was Daniel, and I had faith he would never do anything to hurt me. It was what made him the perfect candidate. That, and the desperate ache that brewed inside me, begging to bubble over and be set free.