Honor Thy Teacher (Honor Series) - By Mummert, Teresa Page 0,19

scent that lingered around her. Her house was empty and dark, but Emma didn’t seemed phased by it. I’m guessing she was left to her own accord more often than not.

“Thanks” She whispered as she exited. I couldn’t look at her. I probably would be the cause of years of therapy for her.

I pulled back onto the road, turning the radio up to drown out my own conscience.

“I really miss you hair in my face, and the way your innocence tastes”

I lumped formed in my throat and I switched off the radio and rode home in silence. I couldn’t give her anything but heartache.

Chapter Fourteen

I awoke on the couch, reaching out for someone who wasn’t there. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in my bed alone. I ran my fingers through my hair and stumbled into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. I looked around for my phone and realized I had left it in my car last night. As I opened the door, a tiny scrap of paper fluttered to the ground. I picked it up and flipped it over in my fingers. I read it over. As the words sank in, I let it flutter to the ground. I sprinted to my car and immediately began calling Emma. Her phone rang endlessly. I ran back up the steps, grabbing the note as I pulled on clothing. I needed to make sure she was okay. If anything happened to her because of me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

I made it across town in record time. Emma’s driveway sat empty. I called to be sure but she didn’t answer. I banged on the door, hoping that she was okay. The door flew open and there she stood, looking slightly shocked and absolutely delicious. She was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. I had to take a moment to regain my composure.

“William?” My name sounded sweet across her lips.

“Are you okay?” I searched her face for any sign of distress.

“I’m fine.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. I reluctantly stepped inside, not wanting anyone to see me. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she prepared her breakfast.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” I was growing frustrated with her calm demeanor. Was she ignoring me on purpose?

“I was going to as soon as I ate something.” She held the spatula up to show me she was in fact busy. “Why are you here? If my Aunt was home she would call the police!” I watched her pull out an extra plate, so I knew I was right that no one else was home. Her shirt lifted as she reached in the cupboard, revealing her small cotton panties. I felt myself grow hard. I cleared my throat.

“I parked down the street. Has anyone come by here? Anyone who seemed strange?” She didn’t seem to take my urgency seriously.

“Only you” She joked. I rolled my eyes at her and took the extra plate of food from her hand. “Why? Is someone looking for me?” She asked. I tried not to look too worried. I ran my hands through my hair and let out a deep sigh.

“I can’t stop thinking of you.” Her eyes met mine and I could think of nothing else. She flushed red and looked away. “Look at me.” She had no idea how absolutely beautiful she was. When her eyes met mine I couldn’t keep myself from touching her. I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. She didn’t recoil. She bit her lip and it was my undoing. I found her lips with mine. My fingers laced throughout her hair.

“We can’t” She moaned as I kissed a trail down the hollow of her throat. I turned her around, bending her body over the table. The cotton panties peeking out from under her shirt.

“You better show me your room before I fuck you right here.” I traced the line of her underwear with my fingertip.

“Okay” She panted.

“Good girl” I whispered into her ear before pulling back and allowing her to stand. I followed her down the narrow hallway, anxious to touch her again. I was drunk off her beauty. I could no longer resist the pull she had on me.

As we reached the doorway, I could no longer hold back. I lifted her and carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind us. She wrapped her arms around me and for once, I didn’t recoil at the touch. I laid her down on her