It’s difficult to sit at my desk, pretending to doodle in my notebook when I can see Isabel’s perfectly shaped behind from my vantage point, as she sits at her desk, her chin placed on her clenched fist and her entire focus on Mr. Sherman’s boring monotone.
I shake my head. I should be paying attention to the ongoing lecture myself. But every nerve ending in my body is tuned to each slight movement that she makes.
By the time we reached class after lunch break, there weren’t empty seats that were side by side. Most of the class had been full and we had to make do with the seats that were available.
A wad of crumpled paper lands on my desk and jars me. I look to my right to see Clare staring at me with a smile on her face. I manage to smile back lightly and then open the crumpled note.
Do you want to go see Tarzan tonight? A group of us are going to the movies later.
The written question takes me by surprise. Why was she asking me to join them when she knew Delilah was averse to anyone that she did not approve of?
I quickly write out a reply.
Thanks, but I have plans already.
Which include kissing Isabel’s sweet mouth.
I roll up the note and then wait till Mr. Sherman has his back turned to us to hand it over to her.
She opens it up quickly and I see her expression fall. I’m taken aback when she glances at Isabel for a quick second and then looks at me. The smile she gives me is tight this time. I’m about to whisper and ask her if something is wrong when a slight motion in my line of vision distracts me.
Isabel shifts in her seat. Today, she’s dressed in a form fitting shirt that ends just slightly below her waist and above her hips. The pair of jeans she has on hugs her body so perfectly. Seeing her this morning, looking as beautiful as she always did, made me throw caution to the winds and I kissed her like I had been wanting to since the past few days. We hadn’t really talked about PDA yet and since she hadn’t mentioned anything specific I had taken a chance. I’d usually kissed her cheek right after dropping her off to her class after lunch, but today I couldn’t be content with just that.
As I watch, I see her bend over slightly as she continues making notes in her book. I go still when I see her shirt travel up her back and a strip of creamy skin is exposed.
I feel my pants get tight. Jesus Christ this is insane.
Then I freeze when I see the guy right behind her zero in on that too.
The tips of my ears get hot as a flash of fury burns through me.
Look away you fucking prick.
I want to punch his face just for looking at her.
Taking the loose sheet of paper in my notebook, I ball it up as quietly as I can and fisting it, I throw it at the head of that jerk. He spins around as though he’s startled and glares, searching the source of the hit. He looks directly at me and I give him a dark scowl.
To my satisfaction, his cheeks get red with embarrassment and he looks away, staring down at his book for the rest of the lecture.
I can’t wait to get school done with and go back home with Isabel. It doesn’t matter where we go as long as I get to touch her.
I’m impatient for the next thirty minutes. I see Clare watching me more times than I can count and it makes me even more eager to get out of here.
When the bell rings signaling the end of the lecture, I jump up immediately, grabbing my books and backpack. I don’t waste any time in walking straight to Isabel’s desk. When she notices me, she looks up and gives me a sweet smile that makes me want to haul her up and kiss her.
“Hey.” I say softly.
“Hey, you.” She responds while putting her books inside her bag along with her phone.
I swallow. This is crazy but I don’t want to think about it too much.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
She goes still. Her bright eyes stare at me in shock and surprise.
I take her hand in mine and squeeze it gently. “Do you want to get out of here?” I repeat slowly, smiling this time.
Her answering grin makes me smile wider.
“Hell yes.” She stage whispers and I love her even more.
Tugging on her hand, I start toward the door.
In a few minutes, we’ve unloaded our books, and are on our way to Isabel’s car.
“I can’t believe you’re skipping school,” she laughs, swinging our linked hands and walking a step ahead of me. The sun streaming behind her makes her look like an angel.
I pull her into my body and tuck her against my shoulder. She looks up at me, her eyes happy and her smile dazzling. “I just wanted to have you all to myself.” I confess with a smile. My heart skips a beat when she looks away for a quick moment, a hint of color creeping into her cheeks. “You did?” She asks, her voice soft and questioning.
I can’t help myself.
Lowering my head, I kiss her upturned mouth.
Isabel lets out a soft sound that makes the blood rush to my crotch. I kiss her for a long minute before I lift my head. She reaches up on her toes to avoid pulling away and it makes me want to kiss her harder.
She opens her eyes.
I search her gaze, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.
I pause for a moment and slide my thumb across her cheek. She has the softest skin and I want to know how the rest of her feels like.
“I want you to know that there’s absolutely no pressure.. but did you want to go over to my place and-“
“Yes.” She interrupts me.
I stare at her in surprise.
“You don’t want to know what I was going to suggest?”
She smiles and reaches out to touch my lips with her fingers. “As long as I get to spend some time with you, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing, Roman.”
Her words make something inside me go warm.
Her eyebrows come together, “What is it?”
“I was going to say that we go to my room and make out.”
Her mouth falls open. Then she jumps up and hugs me, pressing her body to mine. “Yes please.” She says into my ear and then kisses my cheek.
It isn’t long before we are seated in her truck and headed back.
I look out the window as we pass the school and then the familiar path toward home.
Looking back at Isabel, I see her glance at me and then smile.
When we’re at my place, I don’t waste any time. We leave our bags on the couch. I’m about to head toward the kitchen to get her something to drink, when she stops me by taking my hand and pulling me to her. The next second, Isabel reaches up on her toes and has her mouth pressed to mine.
I freeze for a second before my body takes over. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me so there’s barely any space between our bodies. She moans when I turn around so I have my back to the couch and pull her down with me.
It’s exhilarating and hot at the same time.
She licks my lower lip and then her tongue is in my mouth, rubbing against my own. I grab her waist and squeeze her lightly. I can feel her center pressing against the rising erection in my pants and there’s nothing can makes me want to go slow.
I hear Isabel moan out my name between kisses and it gets me even hotter.
I slip my fingers underneath her shirt and almost groan when I come in contact with soft skin.
I take my time, caressing her slowly, kissing her like she’s kissing me. It hurts to go so slow. My pants feel tight and constraining. It’s difficult to keep my hips from jerking. But Isabel has no such qualms. She begins to rock herself against me ever so slowly, building up my need for her even more.
I pull away from her mouth, to reach her neck. She cries out when I bite down on the sensitive skin, scraping it gently.
It takes me a moment to pull away from her fragrant skin to lift my head. When I look down at her, she has her mouth partly open, her breath coming in short bursts.
Her hands are gripping my neck and I can see the faint outline of her hard nipples against the material of her shirt.
“Can you take me to your room?”