Honor Thy Teacher (Honor Series) - By Mummert, Teresa Page 0,40

let her walk past me. She looked around as if she had never been there before. As if everything was different. I swallowed hard.

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” I searched her eyes, trying desperately to figure out what she was thinking.

“Do you still love her?” Her voice shook under the weight of her words.

“I don’t know” I lied. I knew I hated her more than anything on this planet. What I didn’t know was how I felt about Emma. I was drawn to her. I desperately wanted to consume every part of her like fire. What I didn’t know is if that was love. It had been so long since I felt anything for anyone besides hatred.

I stepped closer to her. Her back straightened as I reached over to place my palm on her cheek. I could feel the heat rising off of her delicate skin. She leaned into my hand, closing her eyes. Mine. I knew exactly what I needed to say to keep her. It was written all over her sad little face.

“I do know that I love you more than anything.” The words scared me as I spoke them, an emotion I did not anticipate. Her eyes flew open and she searched my face, trying to figure out if she had heard me correctly. “I love you. I wasn’t sure it was even possible for me to care about anyone else again, but I can’t deny how I feel about you.” A wolf parading around in sheeps clothing, taunting the deer to play. I leaned close enough that I could feel her warmth. “Breathe” I whispered. She did as she was told. Her eyes continued to search mine and she didn’t speak. “What else do you want to know?” I tried to hide the coldness in my voice.

“I think you said all I needed to hear.” Her words melted me. I smiled and kissed her, desperate to feel her. There was a new passion in her that I wanted. I wanted everything she could give. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and tugged, holding her against my mouth as I let my other slip down the curve of her spine. Her body melted against mine. She pushed against my chest, her hands moving up to my neck. I let her touch me. She needed to know I was there and I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Make love to me.” She panted. I picked her up and carried her into my room. We couldn’t go back upstairs yet. It was too soon. I needed to start over with her more slowly. We stripped off our clothes and tossed them aside.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I didn’t need to ask. I knew by the way she kissed me, the look in her eyes. I asked for her benefit. She needed to feel in control even though it was a lie.

“Yes, Sir” She moaned. I kissed her, needing to taste her. Getting what I wanted, giving her what she needed.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Kiss me…here” Her fingers wrapped in my hair and tugged, guiding me to her breasts. She arched her back, pushing into my mouth. She was loving the control, the power. How could she not? There was no greater feeling. Not even love. I traced tiny circles over her, letting my teeth slide against her nipple. She moaned, loudly. The sound vibrated in her chest, against my lips.

“Where else?” I panted, looking up to see her face, twisted in pleasure. She held my hair and guided my lower. I licked my way down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel. I kept my eyes on her, watching her bite her lip and struggling to keep control.

“Please” she begged as I breathed against her sex. Begging me. Pure submissive perfection. Her having control was an illusion. I kissed her inner thigh. Her back arched again. I smiled against her skin. Slowly, I moved closer, pausing a moment before skimming my tongue across her center. She pushed back against me, nearly coming undone. I licked again and again as her hips moved with the rhythm of my mouth. I slid a finger into her hot wetness as I continued. She fisted the sheets, trying to keep from falling off the earth. I slid in another and increased my speed.

“Come for me” I comanded. Her body immediately obeyed, tightening around me. She moaned as she circled her hips, fucking my fingers.