“Yes,” I said before moaning as he bit on my lobe and caused my legs to go weak.
“No more hiding. I’m too old for that shit. As of Wednesday, you’re no longer my student.”
“No. No more,” I said as I tugged at his shirt, hoping we could get naked soon.
“No more secrets.” Anderson unzipped my gown and pushed it off my shoulders. He stopped and stared at me before his eyes flew to mine and he smiled.
“Nice shirt. It looks familiar though.”
“Yeah, I took it from a guy I hooked up with back in January. I couldn’t find mine that morning, so I grabbed his off the floor.”
“Dax, what do you want? I need to know because I’m too damn old to play games.”
“Right now, I want your dick buried in my ass.”
“That’s not what—”
“You. I just want you,” I said as I pulled Anderson back to me. “Just you. Every day. All the time,” I whispered before I went in for another kiss. Anderson opened for my tongue, and we were a tangle of arms and legs as we tried desperately to undress each other while heading for the stairs.
I tripped over my own legs, trying to walk while undoing the buttons on the shirt Anderson was wearing. In the end, we had to pull apart so we didn’t break something while trying to get to the bedroom.
“You have me. Is that enough?”
“Yes,” I said as I looked into those dark gray eyes that I loved.
“Good. Now get your ass upstairs. I’m claiming what’s mine,” Anderson told me. I smiled before I turned and ran up the stairs but not fast enough to avoid the swat to my ass. I laughed the entire way to the bedroom, but my laughing turned to moaning when Anderson caught up with me and his hands found my body again.
I was once again pushed against the door, a place I discovered I loved being when it was Anderson that had me pinned against it.
“I can’t tell you how hard it was to not kiss you that first night and every day I was close enough since.”
I groaned because I wanted those kisses. “Why?”
“Why what?” Anderson asked as he quickly undid the buttons on the shirt I was wearing. When he pushed it open and off my shoulders, I forgot what I’d asked once his lips found my nipple. The sting of his teeth on the bud had my hands threading into his hair, and I gave it a good tug when I wanted those lips back on mine.
“Anderson,” I whispered.
“Dax,” he replied before his lips crashed against mine again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and when he sucked on it, my knees gave out a little. If it weren’t for the fact that he was holding me up, I would be on the floor in front of him. Not a bad place to be, but not where I wanted to be just now.
“Shower,” Anderson said when he pulled his mouth from mine.
I wanted to cry because I certainly wasn’t thinking about showering. No, I was hoping that in the next five minutes, Anderson would be pounding into me.
“Shower? Really?”
“Yes, really. I plan on spending my time with you tonight, and we’re starting with a shower.” Anderson took several steps back, and when I didn’t immediately follow, he reached out and grabbed the waist of my slacks and tugged me along with him.
“But…but…” I pointed at the bed. We were certainly going the wrong way.
“Shower first. I plan on exploring every inch of your body with my tongue, Dax,” Anderson said as he pulled his own shirt off. It took only seconds for my brain to catch up and register what he’d said. Explore my body. With his tongue. Did that mean… My eyes met his, and the only way I could describe Anderson’s look would be…mischievous.
I toed off my shoes and dropped the shirt that was hanging from my arms onto the floor behind me. I quickly pushed my pants and briefs down in one go, and my socks were last to join the pile. When I stood back up and stared at Anderson, he was studying me.
“Do you need help getting undressed?” I asked because he was still standing there in his own slacks. He slowly shook his head before he turned and started the shower.
“No. But it’s been too long since I’ve seen you naked. Did you pack swimwear for our trip?”