Class Of Desire (Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free Page B

many questions
danced around in his head.
    “Pull yourself together Spence,” he chided himself, fearing
that he was going down a very dangerous path by even thinking about her. She
was his student – and that made her automatically off limits. Why couldn’t he
find someone else to feast his eyes upon? Maybe he just needed to get himself a
new hobby to take his mind off this woman who had quickly become the apple
of his eye.
    As Spencer sat in
his family’s newly remodeled kitchen, he was thankful that it was Saturday.
With the house to himself, he intended to do some cleaning and then relax for a
bit; before heading to the gym. Looking around, he realized that his mother was
right; the new stainless steel appliances gave the room a modern sophisticated
feel - just what their previous dull looking kitchen needed.
    “You’re gonna
love it Spence. Just wait till you see it!” he could still hear his mother
gloating over the phone with excitement. At the time she called, he was in
class, but she just had to tell him all about it. She had called and
said it was “urgent” , which her usual excuse for getting him to rush to
the phone. Spencer hated that now, even after all those calls, he’d still
always assume that there was an actual emergency.
    As he carefully
scrutinized the room evaluating the changes, he realized that he loved it. He
had such similar taste with this woman, it was no wonder she was his mom.
Although at times he found her slightly overbearing, manipulative and
talkative , she was his mother and he truly loved and cared for her.
    The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee was
what had lured Spencer into the kitchen in the first place. Now as he indulged
in a hot cup of coffee, he allowed himself to do something he hadn’t done in a
while. He was daydreaming about someone, but not just anyone - it was a woman,
Elizabeth. Was he obsessed with her – maybe.
    In his little
fantasy she was dressed in that same blue and white dress she was wearing the
first time they met. Reminiscing about that day, a smile touched his lips as an
image of her came to his mind, she looked divine. How she pulled it off, he didn’t
know. It was no mini, form fitting dress, however it accentuated just the right
amount of her curves. This was one of the things that attracted him to her; she
was gorgeous without even trying too hard. This was a precious, rare quality
that not many women he’d met possessed. Most of the women he had dated in the
past were usually over the top and very vain. Elizabeth was different or at
least she seemed to be.
    He continued in his
train of thought, thinking about almost every aspect of her beauty. He
especially liked her hair. It was so thick, shiny, jet black with a smooth
looking texture that made him want to run his fingers through it. As he fantasized
about her, he imagined her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders like that of
a Barbie. She’d been wearing her hair up in a
ponytail, but he knew that if she let her hair down, she’d look even more
beautiful. As Spencer eased into his chair he allowed his mind to wonder about
Elizabeth.
    Spencer imagined
her strutting across the room drawing closer to him. With a spark of desire in
her eyes as each step is slow and seductively enticing. He cringes inwardly as
he watches her bite her lip and whisper his name. Using her forefinger, she
beckons him to come to her as she draws closer. Like a man in a trance, Spencer
pictures himself wondering to her thoughtlessly, wrapped in the magic of the
moment.
    “I want you, Spencer…
I need you,” her voice is as soft as a cool breeze and it makes him tingle
inside.
    Reaching to her,
he pulls her in with a swift movement, arching her back against the curve of
his arm as he leans in and plants a delicate kiss upon her enchanting lips.
    Her lips are warm
and tender, as they part to take him in. So great is his desire for her that he
almost devours her with this one kiss. Their tongues wrestle against