Always You(32)

“Yeah, well don’t tell anyone. My reputation would be ruined.”

She rolled her eyes. “Who am I going to tell? My aunt?”

I slapped her ass. “Not funny. So not funny. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?”

She nodded. “But I wish you’d tell me where exactly it is we’re going.”

“I want to surprise you,” I said, kissing her forehead. She narrowed her eyes at me and smiled. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“So long as I get to spend the night with you, I’m happy.” She sighed. “I better get back. I don’t think leaving your room after sunrise would be a smart idea.” She grinned and climbed off me.

I watched her as she put on her bra and then her sweater, the delicate fabric flowing down over her breasts, covering her stomach. She turned back to me, climbing back over me until she was straddling me, her dark hair falling over her face and my own.

“Thought you were leaving,” I said softly.

“I just wanted to give you something.”

“Yeah?” I said. Waiting. Watching. Heart pounding. Mouth dry.

She leaned down, her lips crushing against mine as her hands ran over my bare chest.

“If you don’t go now, I’m going to take you down to my room and f*ck you senseless,” I mumbled, my hands moving over her bra.

“I wouldn’t complain,” she said, laughing.

“Go,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at her.

She laughed and stood up. Reaching underneath her hair, she flipped it out from inside of her sweater, sending it cascading down her back like a chocolate waterfall.

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled, slipping on her pumps.

I watched her leave, a smile on my face, thinking about how incredible this woman was.





Chapter Twenty


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Dalton

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I picked Wrenn up from Kass’s house just after eight on Saturday morning. Neither of us had gotten much sleep the night before, but we were both so keen to spend more time together that it didn’t matter.

She slid into my car, a little smile playing on her lips as she moved closer to kiss me. The scent of her perfume, sweet and musky, engulfed me.

“Hey,” I murmured, not taking my eyes off her.

“Hey,” she said back. She reached up to touch my face, her fingers running gently over my stubble. “I missed you. And yes, I realize I saw you a couple of hours ago.” She giggled.

“Yeah, well I missed you too.” I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh as I steered the car out onto the road. “Sleep well?”

“Not so much,” she said. “So, where are we going, anyway?”

“You’ll see,” I replied mysteriously.

“God, I hope there’s a hot tub,” she said, stretching her legs out.

“Really?” I replied, amused.

“You don’t understand how stressful senior year is, especially when you’re having an affair with the teacher.”

“Oh, so that’s what this is?” I said, raising my eyebrows. She blushed, and I laughed. “You’re so easy to mess with.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, but her face was smiling.

“I’m looking forward to spending some time with you. I mean, I know we’re always together, but this is different. This doesn’t feel sneaky, or wrong.” She stretched out her long legs, my eyes drawn to them like a magnet. “I want tonight to be special.”

I knew right away where she was going with that, and I was determined not to pressure her, no matter how badly I wanted her. I should’ve been more at odds with myself. The idea of sleeping with a student should’ve been tearing me up inside, much more than it was. But it wasn’t. I was worried about my job, and how all of this could affect her, but all of my reservations about taking us further had little to do with my feelings about being her teacher and everything to do with the rest of my life.

“I want this to be special too, Wrenn. But I’m not going to rush you. I want you to be ready, even if that means waiting a month, or a year,” I mumbled. She turned to me, her expression one of surprise.

“Dalton . . . I’m not a virgin,” she said quietly.

“I don’t care about that, Wrenn. This isn’t about that; this is about you. I want you to want me. I want you to need me. And no, I’m not about to burst into a song,” I said wryly. She laughed, her face lighting up at my joke.

“I think you underestimate just how much I do need you, Dalton. Am I nervous about sleeping with you? Yes, but it has nothing to do with anything, other than the fact that I really like you. If it’s too much for me, I’ll tell you. I promise.”

She looked out the window at the lines of trees we were passing. She shivered, and I moved the heating up to two, and then put my hand back on her thigh.

“So, not long until you’re a free man, Mr. Reid. What are your plans after your contract finishes?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Well, that depends on a few things,” I said, running my hand over her thigh.

“Like what?” she pressed. She leaned her head back against the headrest, facing me, waiting for my answer.