CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) (17 page)

“Somewhere you take some rich VIP after wining and dining him,” he answered with a cynical laugh. “I’m sure we’ll find a better use for it. There’s a free minibar.”

I folded my arms. “I thought we would get some fresh air.”

“It has a balcony,” he said, pointing outside. “Lovely view as well.”

I sat on the bed and Heath joined me after pouring himself a shot of vodka. Then, he handed me a glass as well. “Cheers.”

I clinked my glass with his. I felt his weather-beaten hands make contact with my soft skin. I thought of running my hands over his exposed chest before the clink of the glasses brought me back to reality. “Cheers…”

God, I wanted to take him in for another kiss. I wanted to see every part of Heath Lawrence. I wanted him to sing me to sleep after a night of lovemaking.

I would get my wish.

He leaned in forward with his lips jutting outward ever so slightly. He was a magnet pulling me in closer. Soon, he would be mine.

I would kiss Heath Lawrence.

I would kiss my student.

I stopped just short of his handsome face. “Heath, we can’t…”

I felt her hand on my chest and stop me cold. It felt as abrupt as driving a sports car over a speed bump. “Why the fuck not? We like each other and get along bloody well enough!”

“You’re my student,” she protested. Charlotte got up and walked away from the bed. “It wouldn’t be right…”

I chuckled. “I suppose I’m getting a little rusty-”

“Do you ever think of the consequences?” she interrupted, worry in her eyes. I hated to see her wear that expression. “It’ll land both of us in a lot of hot water. Unlike you, I won’t get a second chance.”

My charms were failing just as badly as my jokes. “Charlotte, what are you talking about?”

Her somber eyes stared daggers at me. Her glass of vodka was untouched. “Do you always live in the moment?”

I walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t reject the gesture nor did she embrace it. I felt like I was touching statue.

“All I have is the moment,” I sighed, basking in the warmth of her presence. It almost physically hurt as though I had brought my hand near a hot stove. “My past has been nothing but a fucking bust. I was some unwanted son that was only good for getting hit and nothing else. There’s no point in worrying about the future, either. My record label is in charge of that.”

“Is that all there is to you?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. “Chasing one thrill after the other?”

Her words wounded me. It hurt even more knowing who it came from. God, I needed her. “Do you want to quit, Charlotte? Do you want to leave this teaching gig?”

His eyes widened in confusion. “Quit? I don’t-”

“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like a teacher and start acting like a woman?” I stated. “We both like each other more than any tutor-student relationship allows. Why don’t we cut to the chase already?”

Charlotte’s skin turned flush. “Heath… I… we can’t.”

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips against mine again. I wanted to hear the sound of our mouths smacking against each other. I wanted to taste Charlotte again.

With whatever restraint I had, I held myself back. I’d never take a woman who didn’t want me. “I’m tired of this dance.”

I saw a glimmer of lust flash in her eyes. It was unmistakable. I could even see her nipples harden under her blouse. “Heath…”

“If you don’t want this, then tell it to my face,” I growled, caressing her face. I may not have been able to read a book but I could read the expression on her face. “I’ve been lied to by my management and countless other people. I don’t want to be spoon-fed lies by you of all people. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you... forever.”

Restraint fought a losing battle against desire in her face. I saw her breasts heaved as she took in deep breaths. “I don’t…”

My heart skipped a beat. I began to turn around. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Heath, I don’t want you to leave…”

I turned back to see Charlotte shivering. “Say that again.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, a soft purr in her tone. “I hate what you fucking do to me.”

I almost wanted to laugh. “And I love what you do to me.”

She didn’t reply.

Instead, Charlotte leaned forward and kissed me.

At first, it was cautious as if testing the water. It didn’t take long before her latent passion overwhelmed her reason. Soon, her lips parted and welcomed my tongue.

She pressed her soft, feminine body against me. I ground my pelvis against her abdomen. My arms drew her in even closer.

God, I missed this feeling.

Heath didn’t have the mind for classwork but he was a master at seduction. I watched as he undressed and revealed his tattooed, well-muscled body. My mind played the image over and over again like a broken VCR.

It was like resisting an oasis after traveling through a desert for months. My desire for Heath went beyond a mere infatuation with the sexy rock star. I felt compelled by something more fundamental than just physical attraction.

It almost felt like a private performance. No screaming fangirls jumping up and down. No bright lights to blind me. It was just the two of us.

Instead of music, his innate sexuality was the instrument of choice. I couldn’t resist his charms any more than I could leave my own skin. I felt like I had a front-row seat to a very sensual performance.

Soon, Heath unbuckled and unbuttoned his ripped jeans. I wanted to tear and claw away at his clothing like some wild animal. I needed to touch the hard flesh underneath it.

With instinct overwhelming me, I helped him push his jeans down his toned legs. His hard cock sprang up from his groin. I reached out to hold its base. It was large and hot like a heated steel pipe.

To Heath’s delight, I began to stroke it. “Yes… that’s it…”

With a hand, he guided my head to his erection. I took the tip of his shaft before swallowing more of him. I felt his cock throb against my mouth.

Suddenly, Heath pulled me off of him. I looked up to meet his eyes. They seemed strangely vulnerable. “No, not like this…”

With that, he guided me to my feet and onto the bed. It felt strange. Heath didn’t look like a mythical Sex God. Instead, he seemed to be as much of a romantic as I was. I could tell that his other sexual encounters weren’t anything like this.

The man quickly yet carefully undressed me. With casual ease, he stripped me of my blouse and skirt. He unclasped my bra and dropped it on the floor.

Fully exposed, I pressed my naked body against his. It was just as much to feel his skin on mine as it was for his warmth. His erection felt trapped between our bodies. I needed him inside of me.

He kissed me.

Heath kissed me from mouth to my erect nipples. He buried his head in the cleft of my breasts. His lips applied pressure on my nipples. I let out a soft moan. “Oh…”

My heart raced as his kisses electrified me. I brimmed with energy as if I had drained an exposed wire of all of its power. If our first kiss was like dipping a toe in a pool of water, this was like diving in head first.

I felt his lips trace a line across my abdomen. Heath got on his knees and brought his head down near my sex. I groaned when his tongue entered me. “Ah! Heath… Ah!”

I jerked up head against head like a careless boxer egging on a right hook from his opponent. I wanted to be hit. I wanted to be knocked out.

Heath licked my wet sex with an uncanny skill. His lips teased my clit. His hands cupped the swell of my buttocks. The man was hungry for my slit like a dog feasting on a soup bone.

I was thankful that my lover supported me with his strong, sinewy arms. Otherwise, I would have buckled over and fallen onto the floor. My body swayed like an antenna tower against strong gusts of wind.

The man knew how to play me just as well as he could play the guitar. He knew when to speed up and make my body tremble. He knew when to slow down and make me beg for him to go faster.

He knew when to stop and leave me gasping for more. “Heath, don’t stop! More!”