Chapter Eleven: Hot For Teacher

They were in his room with the door closed. Letty sat cross-legged beside Dom on his bed, her anatomy notebook spread out in front of her.

She was hunched forward, looking for something in her notes, Dom wasn't sure what. He shifted a little when the movement exposed Letty's bare skin on her lower back.

Dom wasn't sure what it was, tonight. Usually he could focus on studying pretty well with the knowledge that Letty would let him mess around some when they were finished studying. But tonight…tonight he couldn't focus on anything but her.

Dom had been fidgety all night, hardly able to keep his hands to himself when they'd gotten to his car after football practice was over.

"So…uh…what're these muscles called again…?" Dom asked, his hands reaching to stroke the skin exposed at the small of her back. Dom cursed himself, knowing he hadn't made a move that lame in years. He couldn't stop himself. He had to touch her.

"Thoracolumbar fascia…" Letty answered, not even looking up from her notes. "Connective tissues."

Dom raised his eyebrows, unsure whether he was more amazed that she had answered without calling him on his bullshit or that she actually knew the answer. There was no way in hell he was going to remember that.

He knew he should take his hand away from her back, but it was like he couldn't…like his body wasn't listening to him. Instead, he started rubbing her back.

"Mmh…" she moaned slightly, leaning back against his hand on her back. "Stop it…'s distracting." She spoke the words but she didn't make a move to make him stop.

"So…uh…what's supposed t'be on this next test…?" he asked.

"Something that ought'a get you nice an' hot f'r teacher," she teased, a smirk on her face. "Female reproductives."

Dom as sure he blushed, thinking that if it weren't for the textbook in his lap Letty would surely know that he had been hard for a while now.

"So, uh…how are you gonna tutor me in that…?"

"Hmmm…might c'd include th'male system, too…" she teased, leaning over to kiss him.

He swallowed hard before kissing her, his tongue teasing her lips.

"You, uh…wearin' perfume or somethin', Lett…?" he asked, trying to figure out what it was that had him so horny tonight.

"Uh-uh." She laughed, kissing him again.

"There's something." he mumbled against her mouth. "You must'a done something…right?"

"Nuh-uh." She flipped her notebook closed and shoved it to the floor, scooting closer to Dom, deepening the kiss.

Letty whimpered a little into the kiss, stroking his tongue with hers.

"You sure you didn' do anything…?" he asked as he kissed her hungrily, desperately, until he had to pull away to catch his breath.

"Uh-huh…" She grinned against his mouth, rocking in his lap, moving to nibble at his throat.

"Cause, goddamn, ruca…" Dom groaned, "I ain't been able t'think 'bout anything but you…"

She tugged at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, her hands wandering over his back as she nibbled at his throat.

"Can I…?" His hands tugged at the hem of her shirt. She nodded, biting harder at his neck, softly licking the skin held between her teeth.

Dominic groaned as she bit harder at his neck, pulling Letty's shirt up, backing away from her just enough that he could get it over her head.

His hands went back to stroking her skin, his fingers just barely sliding beneath the waist of her pants before moving back up, pushing beneath the straps of her bra.

"An' this…?" she nodded again, more breathless this time. She caught his lips in a heavy, bruising kiss.

His hands fumbled a little with her bra, not wanting to move away from her mouth long enough to focus on undoing the hooks. Finally he got them undone, pulling her bra down over her arms. He groaned when he felt her bare chest against his.

Letty's hands dragged down over Dominic's chest and abs, teasing at his belt.

He groaned, jumping at the feel of her hands.

She pulled away from his mouth, kissing down his chin, over his throat, and down to his chest as she made her way to his abs, teasing each muscle as she made her way to his navel.

His body twitched, almost humming in anticipation as her mouth moved further down his body.

"I love you…"

He sighed, frustrated when she came back to his lips.

"Love you, too…" he growled, kissing her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

"C'n I stay with you tonight…?" she murmured, pulling back from the kiss so it's only teasingly short.

"Yeah…you c'n stay…" He leaned towards her.

She kissed him again, stroking his tongue with hers.

"C'n I steal y'r clothes, too…?"

"You wanna sleep in my clothes?" He swallowed hard at the thought.

"Love how your clothes smell, papi…"

"Might make it hard f'r me to fall asleep…" He growled, kissing her again. "You layin' in my arms, wearing my clothes…"

"Yeah? An' if I promise t'let you fool around more in the morning…?"

"Might make it harder than normal when I wake up." He said, smirking at her.

"Might even let you hit a cherry 'f you play fair…"

"If I play fair?" he echoed, his hips bucking a little at her words.

"Yeah…use a little self control, maybe?"

"Like…?" he asked, not exactly sure what she meant.

"Maybe letting me set the pace?

"I could do that…" he nodded, shifting a little.

She kissed him hard, stroking the roof of his mouth.

He groaned at her, his tongue teasing hers.

"Wanna have a look around…?" she kissed and nipped at his jaw.

He nodded, groaning as she nipped at his jaw.

She stretched out in front of him.

"You like my body, Dominic…?"

His breath caught as she sprawled out in front of him.

"Love your body…" he growled, having to work to keep himself in check.

"Wanna touch me…? Really touch me…?" He nodded, swallowing hard. "Well…what're you waiting for…?"

He moved closer to her, letting his hand trail lightly along her side.

Her fingers traced along his abs, her thumb dipping into his navel.

Dominic hissed when Letty's hands started teasing his abs. His hand moved back up her side, fingertips just barely brushing along her skin, thumbs tracing the lower swell of her breast.

"Feels good, Dominic…"

"Yeah…?" His voice was husky, fingers still feather-light against her skin, barely moving across her breast until they're just barely brushing past her nipple.

"Mmmh…" She nodded and arched her back, pressing her breast further into his touch.

His fingers lightly kneaded her breast; his thumb stroked her nipple, his touch just a little heavier against her skin.