Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

was afraid that I might push him back and attack him with my lips. His lips were at my ear when he spoke again. "Chose your pick - me or a ruined perfect record?" he whispered. His breath hit my skin making me shiver all over. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned back.
"Now, you have to make up for your work today. We started a new standard today, so I have to tutor you." He said with a chuckle.
I nodded not trusting myself to speak.
I grabbed a pencil from my bag and tried to look calm. But I was everything but calm. My heart was beating fast causing blood to flow faster and it seemed like all the blood was going to my face. Butterflies were fluttering away in my stomach and I wanted so badly to look at Mr. Lawrence. I wanted to examine his beautiful face.
I bit my bottom lip and twiddled my fingers. "Alright, let's get started." he said as he pulled up a chair to my desk


Mr. Lawrence looked at me with a smile. "You understand now?" he asked.
I nodded and dropped my pencil on the desk. I looked at the on the clock on the wall and noticed that it was time for me to go home. I started packing away all my stuff, trying my best not to look at Mr. Lawrence's beautiful face.
"Oh, it is time for you to go." I nodded, still not looking at him. I slung my messenger bag over my shoulders and stood up and finally faced him.
While he was tutoring me, he had taken off the jacket to his suit. Now he was wearing slacks and a dress shirt. You could clearly see the amount of muscle he had. And they were . . . huge. I bit my bottom lip as my heart rate picked up. My heart kept thumping against my ribs, wanting to break free from my chest and to touch Mr. Lawrence. My heart wanted to caress his chiseled face just as I wanted to.
I had no clue what I was doing, but I stepped closer to him. One foot moved after another, closer to Trent Lawrence and not farther away like they should have been. I dropped my messenger bag and it fell to the floor with a thud. I kept walking towards him utterly hypnotize by his beauty and my attraction for him. It was like an electrical current was pulling me towards him and it was strong - very strong and I couldn't resist.
The next moment I threw myself at him, crashing into his hard muscled chest. He was cold, too cold, but I loved the feeling. I brought my hands to his hair and raked my fingers through his hair. All the while, Mr. Lawrence stared at me with dark eyes. I felt desire blast me, partly mines, and partly his. He crashed his lips to mines and electricity pass through us making me shiver all over. His cool hands caressed every curve of my body and pulled me closer to his chest. I tugged on his hair as my desire grew. I moaned against his lips, trying to pull myself closer to him, though we were practically molded together.
His tongue licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance which I gladly granted. His tongue slipped past my lips and it was cold. Very cold, but I loved every inch of it! Our tongues danced together in synchronization causing shivers to rush down my spine in waves.
My hand was shaking with ecstasy as placed it on his chest and started to unbutton his shirt. I wasn’t thinking about anything else, but our bodies pressed together in the most intimate of ways. Mr. Lawrence didn't stop me. He started tugging on the ends of my shirt. Another wave of ecstasy washed over me. Our kiss became fiercer as I finally unbuttoned his shirt. It dropped to the floor in between us.
I pulled back to look at his muscled chest. My lips slightly parted as I saw his well defined body. His body looked like a God's. I still couldn't believe how gorgeous this man truly was. His hard six pack taunted me and called out to me. Its smooth skin yearned to be touched. I wanted to. I wanted to lick it. I wanted him. All of him.
Trent seemed to sense my want and pulled my shirt over my head. Then he pressed his lips against mines again. Our lips moved together in synchronization as I started to unbuckle his belt. Trent moaned in my mouth causing me to shiver once again. He brought his hand up to my face and caressed my cheek with his thumb while he stared into my eyes. His gray eyes burned into my green ones, trapping me and hypnotizing me with its intensity. I felt butterflies flutter harder in my stomach.
He placed his hand on top of mines which were frozen on his belt. He chuckled as he gently pulled it off his belt and held it in his huge hands.
"You're amazing, Faith." I blushed at his less intimate words. "But we can't do this . . . at least not right now - in here."
I agreed. I wouldn't want to lose my virginity in my twelfth grade History classroom. I wanted to be someplace magical. But I did want to lose my virginity to Trent Lawrence. And I could tell from his almost completely black eyes that he wanted me to lose my virginity to him.
"This was amazing, Mr. Lawrence." I said breathlessly.
He kissed my forehead. "Call me Trent." I nodded and kissed him on the lips, sending a bolt of electricity over me.
"Now let's get you home." He said and reached for his shirt.
Disasterous

IT didn't take me a long time to panic. I just made out with my teacher! Oh my gosh! What if someone saw what happened? I would get in trouble and Trent would get in ten times more trouble. We had to end this quickly. I would not let him get in trouble for me. I won't let it happened. And if someone finds out, I will have to say bye to my reputation. I would be labeled as a girl who did the nasty with her History teacher.
I shook my head as I pressed my cold palms to my cheek. I had to calm down. Nobody saw us, but that didn't mean it was ever going to happen again. I may lose total control around him, but I would just have to find a way around all the overwhelming attraction I felt towards him. I had to for the sake of my sanity.
My head was spinning by the time my dad pulled up in his shiny black truck. I sighed and quickly climbed into the car. I turned up the heat and tucked my messenger bag beneath the seat. I was getting prepared to have a long silent ride home, but my father spoke.
“How was the game, Faitheristic.” I scrunched up my nose. “Faitheristic?” I questioned. My dad nodded and grinned.
I sighed and a smile spread across my face. “It was great, dad.”
“Who won the game?” My eyes widened. What was I suppose to say. I remembered that we were supposed to go against a school that always beat us in football. “Sadly, the other team one.” I responded.
My dad nodded as he put on his blinker. “What were the scores?”
“Eighteen to twenty-three,” I blurted out without thinking. I bit my bottom lip and fidgeted with the ends of my shirt.
“Oh, well you guys were close enough.” I nodded and laughed nervously.
I realized why I said those numbers. It was I and Trent’s age. I cursed underneath my breath and looked out the window. I was certain my face was a bright red as guilt washed over me. Why did I lie to my dad? Why didn’t I tell him I was in detention? Was my pride really worth lying over? I fidgeted with my shirt again.
I still couldn’t get Trent’s face out my head, which wasn’t new. But now they were more vivid and defined. I could practically feel his cold kisses traveling up and down my neck. I shivered involuntarily. Was I crazy? What was I exactly doing? Why was I making out with my teacher? Why did I want to go all the way with my teacher? If I wasn’t questioning my sanity before, I sure was now. I was never like this, but in a matter of months Trent Lawrence turned me into someone I never thought I’d be. My stomach clenched as we pulled up to my house.
I was thankful that it was the weekend. Two whole days without seeing Trent’s face. Maybe over the two days I could train myself to stop swooning over him. It’s just pure lust anyway. I could let him go before this thing we were doing gets out of hand.
I picked up my messenger bag and quickly stepped out the truck. I hurried into my house and ran up to my room, ignoring Sophie who was sucking on the remote. I couldn’t deal with anything other than this problem between me and Trent. I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it to have privacy. I dropped my messenger bag and ran to my closet. I opened up my closet door and searched for the outline of a hole. When I found it, I kicked it opened with my foot, revealing a huge box. I picked up the box carefully and placed it on my bed, not even bothering to close the hole back up.
I stuck in my headphones and opened the box. I immediately saw different drawings of Trent Lawrence. He was in cartoon form and abstract form. There were a lot of realistic paintings of him. I pick up one of the realistic paintings and stared at it. Just stared at like some psychotic person. My heart swelled with pleasure as I stared at the replica of him. He even looked like a God in my paintings. I brought the picture to my chest and breathed in hard. I released my breath and closed my eyes.
I was like a drug addict. I was addicted to him. He was like my own personally designed heroin that I couldn’t get enough of. He was forever stuck in my system and I couldn’t get him out. He was burned into my mind – imprinted, stuck. I needed him to keep my sanity. If I didn’t see him I would result to this – sitting in my room with a love song playing in my head, drawing pictures of him and holding it to me as if it were my first child. I was sick. I needed help and the only person that could help me was Trent. He needed to give me all of him – I needed all of him. I yearned for every particle of his being.
I opened my