Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
So I take another taste.
Then another.
And then I speak. “This may be the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
Her cheeks redden further.
Oh, God…
She’s thinking…
And I’m thinking…
I’d love to taste her pussy on my tongue.
Am I ready?
Am I truly ready?
I haven’t been with a woman since…
And she’s a student, for fuck’s sake. A student.
Hell, simply being in her home could be grounds for me to be fired.
But she let me in her home.
And I think she might let me in her, too.
Angie clears her throat, jerking me out of my thoughts.
“I’ll be sure to tell my mom how much you like it.”
I nod. “Best tomato soup ever. I don’t think I’ll ever eat tomato soup out of a can again.”
“My mom would love that,” she says. “She’ll say something like, ‘if I got one person off canned soup, I’ve done my job for the universe.’”
I smile. “Your mom sounds like an interesting person.”
She chuckles. “She is. She’s the youngest of four, and the other three are brothers, so they were always protective of her. My uncle Ryan is the youngest of the three, and he’s seven years older than my mom. My uncle Joe, the oldest, is thirteen years older, and my mom ended up marrying his best friend. So there’s a huge age gap between them. Thirteen years.”
I tilt my head.
Interesting that she mentioned the age gap.
She and I probably have an age gap of just about that much.
Is she telling me that doesn’t matter to her?
Or is she telling me…
I take another sip of wine.
She’s telling me absolutely nothing. She’s merely making conversation.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m babbling again.”
“Do you babble when you’re nervous?” I ask.
More red cheeks. If this goes on, her cheeks are going to be the color of a fire engine before we’re done.
The idea arouses me. I wonder if the blush in her cheeks spreads to her breasts.
In fact, I’m pretty hard right now, sitting at her kitchen table, eating her mother’s soup.
Thinking about the creaminess of the paradise between her legs.
I can’t deny I was attracted to her the first time I saw her. Hell, I kissed her.
But now…
Now that I’m actually feeling hopeful for the first time in so long… I’m feeling…
Feeling for the first time that I would really like to get to know a woman.
This woman in particular.
Why did she have to be my student?
I can’t lose my job.
Of course, if the surgery goes as planned, my teaching job won’t matter anymore. No one would care if a nonteaching doctor took a medical student for himself. People might roll their eyes, purse their lips. But my job wouldn’t be in jeopardy.
“I’m not nervous,” she says, looking at her sandwich. She picks it up. “It’s probably cool enough now.” She takes a dainty bite.
“Good. I don’t want you to be nervous.” I raise my wineglass. “We’re just neighbors, Angie. Tonight we’re just neighbors.”
She clinks her glass to mine. “Sounds good to me.”
I pick up my sandwich and take a bite.
The sandwich is hot, just shy of scorching. The cheddar is sharp and tangy, with that unmistakable bite that fills my mouth in waves of savory goodness. The bread is perfectly crisp, crackling as I sink my teeth in, golden and buttery on the outside, while the inside is soft, almost melting into the cheese.
“This bread is amazing,” I say.
“My cousin Ava made it. She owns a bakery in Snow Creek.”
I smile. “Is there anything that your family doesn’t do?”
Chapter Fifteen
Angie
I nearly choke on my bite of sandwich.
Surely he didn’t mean that the way it sounded.
He probably just meant that, you know, my aunt is a renowned psychiatrist, my family is full of billionaire ranchers with their hands in all kinds of other businesses, my uncle and my cousin make award-winning wine, and another cousin bakes delicious bread.
We’re a multifaceted bunch.
I have a big family.
But just the way he said it…
Is there anything your family doesn’t do?
Why am I hearing innuendos that aren’t there?
And I know exactly why.
Because I’m horny for teacher.
God, sometimes I disgust myself.
Plus, what if Ralph did see something? What if he’s already reported it to administration?
Jason could lose his job.
On the other hand, if this surgery he’s talking about works, he won’t need to teach anymore.
I wonder how old he is.
Do I dare ask?
I take a sip of water to avoid choking on the piece of sandwich.
“I have a large family,” I say. “They do a lot.”
“What else does your family do?” he asks.
I rack my brain before answering. It’s a lot to keep track of. “Well, my cousin Gina is an artist. Her sister is the one who’s the baker. My brother Dave works with my uncle Talon in our apple and peach orchards. My other brother Henry helps run our nonprofit foundation. My cousin Donny is a lawyer, and my cousin Diana’s an architect. Oh, and three of my cousins are married to bona fide rock stars.”