Relax,’ Dan murmurs. ‘I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.’ ‘I know, but . . .’ He strokes the side of my cheek with the back of his hand, tilts my head and kisses me softly on the lips. It’s like being in a movie; I could do this all day. Then his hand slides up my calf, and I quickly cross my knees so he doesn’t get the wrong idea. ‘Hey. It’s OK, you know. My students won’t be here for ages. We’re cool.’ He drops gentle, nuzzling kisses down my neck; it tickles, and I giggle. ‘Just go with the flow, baby. Soon as you want me to stop, say so, and I will.’ His knuckles brush my breast, back and forth, back and forth, and even though I’m wearing a bra and a school blouse and a gross woolly jumper, my nipple goes all hard, and a warm wet feeling spreads between my legs. ‘You’re so beautiful, Cate,’ Dan says thickly. ‘Please, can I just look at you properly?
