Baumgartner Generations: Henry
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by Selena Kitt
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Henry's in trouble. He's gone from being a big fish in a little pond in his home town to being a very small fish in a much bigger pond at college, and he's just not keeping up. Instead of passing him through his classes because of his athletic ability like they did in high school, he discovers his professors actually mean it when they say he needs to do the work or he's going to fail his classes--and be kicked off the all-star hockey team. Adjusting to life at university sure isn't as easy or fun as he thought it was going to be--his roommate likes the same girl he does, and it looks like she likes him, too; he's failing English for sure and the dragon-lady who teaches the class seems to have a personal vendetta against him; and his hockey coach has left him dangling on the third string, with no games played so far in the season. When his parents hire him a tutor, he turns to this angel of mercy for help, but little does he realize that Mrs. Toni Franklin is going to complicate his life in ways he never could have foreseen?
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010
14 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [267 KB]
Reading time: 163-229 min.
"...[A] good book. I liked the way that the author built up the suspense. I really liked how [the book] ended." -Thomas,
Next to him, Toni uncrossed her legs, her thigh brushing his jean-clad one. He could see her knees, exposed, the shape of her body in the seat, lean but curvy. Sexy.
Stop it, he told himself. It was seeing Libby, he reasoned, after the amazing game he'd played, that had him feeling so excited. He was just still flying high, and the presence of the woman beside him was nothing but a physical reminder.
Henry tore his eyes away from his professor's legs, back to the movie. Christ, they were going at it! The girl on screen moaned, arching, and he didn't need subtitles to figure out what was going on. It made him squirm in his seat, feeling Toni shift beside him.
When she leaned in to ask, "Does this make you uncomfortable?" he actually jumped.
He glanced at her, then back at the screen. "Sort of."
"Why?" She was close enough he could feel her breath against his cheek
"Because you're here," he admitted.
"Why does that make a difference?" Her words were soft, whispered, hot against his skin.
"I don't know." He wanted to say what he was really thinking, how much the girl on the screen reminded him of a younger version of her, but he didn't dare. He couldn't tell her the truth--that watching two people having sex on-screen made him think about her, imagining...well...
"I think you do," she insisted and he stiffened when he felt her hand on his knee, squeezing gently. This wasn't happening. That's what he told himself, seeing the sex scene was over, but he still couldn't breathe.
Instead of saying anything, he mirrored her, putting his own hand on her knee, squeezing. He felt her tense and glanced up to see her looking not at the screen, but at his hand on her leg.
"Henry." Her voice was barely a whisper as she met his eyes in the darkness.
"Sorry," he said. But his hand moved on its own, nudging her skirt up to mid-thigh.
Her thigh was bare. He was touching skin and could feel the heat of her. Crazy. That was all that registered in his brain. This was crazy. Not happening. A dream.
But it wasn't. Her skin was like silk. And the hand on his was massaging gently. "What are we doing?" he breathed.
He heard her swallow, saw her throat work when she did, before she whispered, "That's a good question."
"Toni..." He turned toward her, seeing her lick her lips, watching her mouth glistening in the light and shadow.
"You're not paying attention to the movie," she said, gazing up at the screen as if she was actually focused there.
She wasn't wearing stockings. He couldn't think about anything else. "What movie?"
"You should pay attention," she admonished him, but her hand was inching upward. It was nearing his crotch.
His gaze dipped down to the V of her button-down blouse. Her breasts had to be her second-best feature, full and round. She wore her clothes in the latest fashion, dark colored bras with light colored blouses, and it only accentuated them more. "I can't."
"What's distracting you?" She was trying to stay in teacher-mode, asking all the right questions. Part of his issue with reading was staying focused, not letting the outside world get in the way. But it wasn't the outside world that was the problem. And she damned well knew it, he was sure of that fact. He couldn't quite believe it, but he couldn't deny the hand nudging against the inseam of his jeans.
"You're distracting me." He whispered the words against the soft shell of her ear, feeling the tickle of her hair against his nose. "What would you say if I told you..."
His hand moved up on her thigh and he felt her clench, heard her gasp, but she half-turned toward him, shifting in her chair. "If you told me what...?"
"If I told you..." His lips moved against her cheek as he spoke.
"Henry..." Her voice turned to pleading.
"I just..." He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. She was so close in the dark, he could feel her breath, coming too fast. "I can't stop thinking about it."
She turned her head toward him."About what?"
"Kissing you." That wasn't all he was thinking about. Not by a long shot. But it was a start. He felt the corner of her mouth against his lips, could almost taste her.
"So do it," she breathed, turning and capturing his mouth with hers, the kiss hitting him with a force he hadn't known possible.