When You're Mine (MINE #3)(14)

“He’s not my…”

“Barrett, my name is Barrett,” I answered. “What’s your name?”

“Avery,” the girl answered, her cheeks blushing red.

Releasing Tabitha, I walked over to the swarm of kids. They couldn’t be any older than twelve, maybe thirteen. “Mind if I hang out with you guys for a while?”

“No!” They all said in unison.

I removed my coat and loosened my tie, taking a seat at her desk. With her lip trapped angrily between her teeth, she stepped back up and took her place behind the podium. “Alright now, settle down. Let’s take it from the top.”

For the next forty five minutes, my attention was focused solely on her. Tabitha exuded confidence and patience. Even when a few of the students were disruptive, she gently put them back in place with a single look. She was remarkable to watch. Passionate, encouraging, and sexy as hell. There were so many dirty thoughts running through my mind. Things a man should never think about while in the presence of children.

When the bell rang and the class were dismissed, Tabitha stepped down from the platform. “Enjoy the show?” she asked, moving behind the desk.

I spun the chair to face her. “You have no idea.”

“You’re a distraction,” she informed me with a remarkable smile.

“I’m a distraction? Christ woman, have you looked in the f*cking mirror lately?”

Looking down, she raised one brow, eyeing the bulge in my pants. “Seriously?”

“I’m hot for teacher.” I gripped the backs of her knees, pulling her between my open legs.

Breathlessly, she placed her hands on top of my shoulders. “That’s a great song.” I closed my eyes, appreciating her touch. I leaned forward, pressing my nose to the V between her legs, inhaling her addicting scent.

Peaches.

The woman tasted and smelled like f*cking peaches. “Barrett, we can’t do this here,”

I wanted her now and by the flush on her cheeks, it was pretty obvious she wanted me, too. Standing up, I gripped the sides of her neck, pulling her lips to mine for a hungry kiss. I’d never felt such a sense of urgency in all my life, to claim a woman… make her mine. “I’m taking you to dinner, then to my place where I plan on being inside of you for hours,” I mumbled against her lips. “Maybe even days.”

“I told you I’m not sleeping with you.” She retreated from my arms.

I checked my watch and then met her glare. “Let’s go before you piss me off.” Her chest flushed an angry red, climbing up her pale neck and settling deep on her cheeks.

I reached for my coat, heading for the door. She was hot on my heels. “You arrogant son of a bitch. Who do you think you are?”

Spinning around, she collided into my chest. I gripped her upper arms, looking down into her jaded eyes. Eyes that conveyed far more than her mouth ever had the courage to. “I won’t lie. I want to be inside of you so badly I can hardly think straight. I want to feel every inch of you wrapped around me in every way imaginable, but mostly, I want to find my way inside here,” I finished with a finger to her chest. “So stop fighting it, I know you want me too.”

Her mouth fell slack at my confession, but she quickly recovered. “I may want to f*ck you, but that is the only thing I want from you.”

“Oh, trust me baby, you’ll want more.”

“I’ve never f*cked a man I couldn’t walk away from,” she said. “Ever.”

“See, that’s the thing. You won’t be f*cking me. I’ll be the one f*cking you.”

I wasn’t sure what shut her up, my words or my lips on hers. Either way, it got her inside my car and exactly where I wanted her to be.

With me.





Sex is emotion in motion.

~ Mae West





Barrett’s ruthless persistence continuously eliminated any resistance on my part. I tried to fight what I felt for this man, but each time he countered with actions and words far too powerful to ignore. The will to stop what was happening between us had officially been abandoned as I sat across from him at dinner. Those sharp eyes never strayed far from me, making silent promises each time they caught mine. It would be incredibly easy to give in to him and all of these feelings I had inside. Conversation flowed.

So did my emotions.

“Any siblings?” he asked, curiosity resting in his eyes.

“No, just me. What about you?” I sipped from my second glass of wine.

“Two sisters. Both just as stubborn as you.”

“I’m not stubborn. I’m smart. Smart enough to steer clear of a man like you.”

He studied me for a moment.

Assessing.

Pinching his brows together, he dropped his voice. “A man like me?”

“Yeah, a man like you. I’m pretty sure you have interns bent over your desk daily, Barrett. Why the hell are you so insistent on having with me?”

“Don’t,” The sound of his voice sent a chill down my spine. “Don’t ruin this because you’re afraid.”

“Afraid?” I laughed nervously. “Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of a man like me. A man who knows what he wants and will fight like hell to get it, and keep it.”