Ch 6: So Tempting, So Confusing
1560 Words
Maria was sitting on a cold surface. And it was none other than a desk in the French classroom.
'Damn, when did I get here?' She thought bemused.
What was funnier was that she was wearing some tight-fitting black jeans, and a cute deep blue tank top. And she couldn't help but wonder when she bought that one.
Her hair was down, way too straight for her liking as always.
And then, there was the object of her fantasies. He was standing right in front of her, smirking.
Blake was devastatingly handsome.
A white shirt, a loose tie and some ripped jeans never looked so sexy on anyone. He belonged on a magazine cover or something!
"Like what you see babe?" His low husky voice made her lose her train of thoughts.
Maria ripped her eyes away from the muscles that were showing through his shirt, and looked up, only to have her eyes captive of his smoldering green gaze.
She couldn't help but lick her lips delicately, then unconsciously nibbled on her lower one.
She was so lost!
Then, suddenly, he was standing right between her legs.
When did he get there?
She must have zoned out, again. Really bad habit!
He sneaked his arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. When her core slammed against his, a startled gasp escaped her mouth and her eyes widened.
He nuzzled his face in her hair. "You want me, huh?"
She just gulped. She could swear he could hear her fast-thumping heart.
He pressed himself even more, "You want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." His breath tickled her neck, and a shudder of pure lust came to the surface and betrayed her while she was doing her best to keep a moan behind her lips.
He trailed small wet kisses up her neck, then along her jaw line.
Maria was out of breath, and getting frustrated... What girl wouldn't? She was so desperate for his kiss right now.
As if on cue, he murmured, "Tell me what you expect from me."
Maria grabbed his shirt so that she could have his face even closer to hers. She hooked her legs around his hips. And all traces of hesitation left her.
"Kiss me." She mumbled.
He licked her bottom lip, making her shiver with delight.
"Huh?" He taunted
That was so unfair! How dare he ask her questions when he was taking away every single thought from her?
"Yes, I want you! Just kiss me, please." She ended up blurting out.
Maria was way beyond the point of caring that she begged him –like the horny teenager that she was– to kiss her. She lusted so much after him that all she wanted was to have her way with him.
He had the nerve to smirk and say in that sexy, deep and husky voice of his, "Why didn't you say so?"
She groaned in frustration, but got interrupted in the middle of it when his lips captured hers. His grip on her waist tightened, while his other hand went to her hip and pressed her harder against him.
Maria felt a bulge right at her core, and she couldn't help but moan at the feel of him.
He took that as the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. She fought for control for seconds before submitting to his hunger, letting him get his fill.
Then, came disturbing them, a beeping... A very annoying and insistent beeping.
Was it the bell? Maria really didn't care as she wanted more of his touch...
But soon, every sensation he built in her faded. He disappeared and she came back to her senses.
Maria grabbed that absurdly annoying alarm clock of hers and sent it crashing against the wall.
Her sheets were damp, for she was sweating like a pig and hornier than ever. Even her heaviest make-out session with Tyler didn't get her this high.
Maria shot out of her bed, scolding herself. 'What the hell? Day dreaming about him isn't sufficient now?'
She mentally slapped herself, then headed to the bathroom.
She needed a shower, badly –and a cold one at the top of that.
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Maria was walking down the hall with Kelly when her friend told her jokingly, "Oh, come on! It can't be that bad."
She was rewarded with a flat look that screamed 'shut up!'
"You didn't even tell me the details." The bubbly blonde whined, slightly pouting and giving her bestie puppy dog eyes.
Maria groaned internally, "It was just a dream. Why the big fuss?" She heard herself complaining.
"A wet dream," Kelly wiggled her eyebrows.
'Oh crap, I know I won't be able to get her off my back until I tell her something,' Maria sighed inwardly.
"Yes, it was," she paused then continued in a lower voice "and it was steamy."
Kelly looked smug and her beautiful eyes sparkled with mischief. "You like him that much, huh?"
"It's more a matter of I want him," Maria mumbled.
"I think you'll look good together ...not that you don't look good with my brother."
Maria gave her best 'Are you serious?' look, and Kelly hurried to add dreamily "And he's smoking hot."
The bell rang and the girls hurried each to their classes.
Maria had HIM first.
She was no top model. He, on the other hand, could have any woman he wanted.
Any other girl would be thrilled to have his attention. Maria thought she should be, but all she was feeling was nervousness.
Maybe he was just playing with her. It could be a fantasy of his: to get a school girl, have her fall for him hard (as she knew she was falling even if she didn't want to admit it to herself, let alone to anyone), and then break her heart...
Maria entered the class, said a small 'hi', then hurried to her seat.
She was acting like a nervous inexperienced girl... which she was.
'He's out of my league,' she mentally groaned 'what in the hell made me think I could have him?'
Maria did her best to ignore his wondering gaze during the period and made sure to keep her eyes from staring.
For the first time since she came to this school, she felt trapped in French period.
And it felt even worse when, at the end, he asked to have a word with her.
Everybody stormed out of the classroom while she headed, fretting, toward his desk, her gaze never leaving the floor.
"Maria, look at me?" It came out as question rather than a statement.
The brunette couldn't oblige, so she stood still.
"Close the door," he commanded "we have to talk." He added when he saw her stiffen.
This time, Maria executed the order. When she turned around, he was facing her. She had a sharp intake of breath and couldn't help but say, "Don't scare me like that!"
"I didn't mean to." He said, looking straight in her eyes, grinning shamelessly.
Maria crossed her arms under her chest, as childish as it may seem, just so she could put a bit of space between them.
His gaze dropped to the little part of skin showing through the 3 first open buttons.
She immediately felt self-conscious. She was wearing a simple sleeveless black shirt and faded blue jeans. Nothing to be excited about.
His eyes captured hers in an intense stare once again, and her breath hitched in her throat.
Her dream didn't do him justice, that's for sure.
"I hope you are not judging me too harshly for my behavior of yesterday," he told her softly.
Maria shook her head slightly.
"Good," He grinned
"You can't possibly..." She trailed off, her face aflame.
Damn that blush of hers!
"Is it so wrong for me to want you?" He asked, his voice thicker by each word.
Maria simply glared. He smiled sheepishly.
"Wrong choice of words," he laughed.
Soon enough, she joined him. His eyes warmed up and he inched closer.
Maria controlled herself, and murmured "I can't, Blake!"
That seemed to stop him, and his eyes showed something like hurt.
'He can't seriously be affected by what I just said,' she thought unbelievingly.
"I have a boyfriend." She cried out, trying to make the butterflies in her tummy stop.
He averted his eyes for a moment, then fixed his gaze on her once again.
"This thing between us is real, believe me. It won't fade anytime soon."
Maria gulped hard. And for a moment, she hoped he could be sincere, that it could be possible.
'I should really stop dreaming!' She immediately admonished herself.
"Think about it," he said, leaning in, then dropped a small kiss on her forehead ever so softly.
Nothing that should get her pants in fire, right? Yet, Maria felt so overwhelmed, so hot for him. She yearned for his touch so freaking much, it was confusing!
He went back to his desk and scribbled down on a piece of paper which he handed to her.
It was a late note. How could she forget about class?
"You're free of today's detention, go buy yourself a nice dress," he said calmly, a feet away from her.
Maria nodded, mumbled a small 'thanks' and slipped out of the classroom.
- Writer
