Harrison

I can’t get the damn teacher off my mind. It’s not only that she’s fucking perfection, with that dark red hair and perfect milky skin. But there was something in those eyes, a deep emerald green, that spoke of longing, regret, pain, and a hunger that was begging to be filled.

I want her. No scratch that. My cock needs her. Two weeks have passed since I saw her. Two long weeks of cold showers and desperate dreams. I’ve thought about calling up one of the women in my little black book, but that list has gone stale. And quite frankly, none of them are Ms. Sweet.

Brynne Sweet.

I did some digging and found out that was her name. But that seems to be the extent of what I could find out about her. I do know she attends an art class every Wednesday night, and she lives in an apartment a few blocks from the school.

It’s where I am now, outside the old brownstone building.

I drag my fingers through my hair and blow out an uneven breath. I shouldn’t be here. There’s probably some sort of school policy about teachers dating students, and there sure as hell is a law about stalking, which if I don’t move from my spot across the street, is exactly what I’ll get charged with.

I’ve never been a coward. But tonight, I feel like one.

Get some fucking balls, Harrison. I felt the mutual attraction. Shit, she practically came undone the moment I touched her.

Lust. It’s a feeling I’m well-acquainted with. But there was something more. A familiarity. A primal, protective urge that wanted to claim her then and there. And I may have if my daughter hadn’t been sitting twenty feet away.

Crossing the street, I make my way up the cement stairs, and press the buzzer beside the hand-scribbled piece of paper that says B. Sweet. Apartment 3-C.

No answer.

I start to buzz again, but an older woman opens the door as she leaves the building. I hold it for her and she gives me a wrinkled smile before slowly starting down the stairs.

Without a second thought, I dart through the door and head up the stairs, stopping when I reach her apartment.

One swift knock, and I hear the faint patter of footsteps on the other side.

A shadow crosses the peep hole, and I hear a curse, but the door doesn’t open.

“I know you’re there, Ms. Sweet,” I chuckle.

“What do you want, Mr. Redmond?” Her voice is muffled, but I can hear the way her breath catches on my name.

“I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” Is that fear I hear in her voice?

I place my hand on the frame. “It would be easier to talk if you’d open the door.”

Silence.

“Ms. Sweet?”

More silence.

“Brynne,” I growl out with all the promise of what I want to do with her, to her.

I swear I hear a small whimper on the other side.

Finally, the rattling of chains, the click of a lock, and the door opens.

My own breath catches when I see her. She’s wearing a tight, white tank top that does nothing to hide the fact that she’s not wearing a bra, and a pair of light blue shorts that show off her long legs. Her hair is damp, and hangs in dark red waves over her shoulder, and her skin, pure alabaster dotted with soft cream-colored freckles, is clear of all make-up.

A hint of red creeps into her cheeks.

So fucking beautiful.

“Can I come in?”

She pulls her lush bottom lip between her teeth, and for a second I worry she’ll say no.

With a small, uneven sigh, she takes a step back and motions for me to enter.

“Thank you.”

She nods, and I follow her into the small kitchen.

The apartment is moderate size. Larger than I would expect for her to be able to afford on a teacher’s salary. Especially in the city.

“I was just making myself a tea. Would you like one?” She keeps her back to me as she busies herself with the cups and kettle.

“I’d rather something a bit harder, if you have it.”

“There’s a bar at the end of the street if you want a drink.” She leans against the counter, arms crossed over her chest, and narrows her eyes at me.

I can’t help but chuckle at the stubborn defiance in her eyes. And again, I’m struck by a sense of déjà vu. Like I know her from somewhere.

She’s going to be a challenge. A sweet, delicious, little challenge.

“Tea is fine.”

She gives a curt nod, and starts to pour the steaming water into the mugs. “Why are you here, Mr. Redmond?”

“Harrison.”

She exhales heavily and hands me a mug, holding her own in front of her like a shield. “Why are you here, Harrison?”

Why the hell am I here?

To seduce her. But it’s not going as well as I’d planned.

Sure, the chemistry between us is unparalleled. But the way she’s looking at me makes me wonder if she doesn’t have something against me.

Well, if my natural charms aren’t going to work, then time for plan two. Pure, fucking honesty.

I take a sip of my tea, my gaze never wavering from hers, and say, “I came here to seduce you.”

She chokes on her tea. “Excuse me?”

I place my mug on the counter, then take hers from her trembling fingers. “I came here to seduce you, Brynne.”

“Oh.” She blinks and shakes her head. “Why?”

I chuckle, and move closer so that our bodies are close, but not touching. I won’t touch her again until I have her permission. “Because you’re fucking gorgeous. And since I saw you two weeks ago, I haven’t been able to think about anything other than those sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh,” she says again, eyes wide, lips quivering. “And…how were you going to do it? Seduce me.”

A smile tugs at my lips. “Why don’t you let me show you.”

“No.” She shakes her head and tries to move back, but she’s tapped between me and the counter. “I-I can’t. You’re…you’re a parent. And I’m…I’m…”

“A teacher,” I offer.

“Yes.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I joke.

She frowns and continues to shake her head. When her hands come up to my chest to push me away, she freezes. I swear the fucking world stops when she touches me, and my balls tighten painfully.

“You need to go.” Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt and she leans towards me, mouth parted, body denying her words.

“If that’s what you want.” I lean down so that my voice rasps against her delicate skin. Taking her chin between my fingers, I tilt her face up towards mine. “Is that really what you want, Brynne?”

She whimpers, and her lips open to speak, but I stop her words with a crushing kiss.

Her entire body trembles with need under my touch, and her mouth parts, accepting everything I give her.

And in with that one single kiss, I know without any doubt that this woman is mine.