Page 20 of My Forbidden Professor

He moans and swoops down, claiming my lips. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my face, skimming down my neck to the swell of my breasts. He massages my breast and I arch into his touch. I’m lost in a sensation I never thought I’d have. I could kiss him forever, lose myself in the heat of his body, the silk of his tongue, the roughness of his dark stubble against my smooth skin. “Come back to my apartment.”

His words barely register as a bad idea before I say the only thing I can. ‘Yes.”

Chapter Nine

Jacob

I’m not in full control. I move automatically, not wanting to think too hard about what I’m doing. I want to stay in this space. If I think too hard, I’ll stop and I don’t want to do that.

On a certain level, I’m horrified by my own behavior.

I’m Steph’s professor. I’m thoroughly breaching anything resembling professionalism. There are implications for the both of us. Horrendous, life-altering implications if anyone sees us. I hold authority over her. Her education would be impacted if we were discovered, not to mention her reputation. My own career would be incinerated. Marcus would have more of a hold over me than he already has. There’s a million reasons why this should not happen.

But on another level, I simply can’t stop. Not when it comes to this beautiful woman in my arms. Not when it comes to Steph. She’s my everything, and I cannot give that up. Perhaps that’s why I choose to remain in a state where I can give in to what I want. To finally, finally let myself just be fully me.

Freedom infuses my body as I twine my fingers with hers. She sways against me, her body pressing delicately against mine. I card my fingers through her hair, away from her face. The subtle glow of the library’s night lights light her jaw. “You’re too beautiful to hide.”

Her cheeks darken and her lips glisten from our kiss when she looks up at me. A storm rages behind her eyes. “I don’t think…”

“You are.” There’s no doubt. She doesn’t believe me so I’ll make it my life’s work to ensure she learns how beautiful she is.

I kiss her again, fighting off the inner voice I should be listening to. Her chest rises and falls, her breathing hard and coming as fast as mine. My erection presses against my jeans so hard I’ll likely have track marks from the imprint of the zipper.

I shove both our laptops in our bags alongside our notepads and sling both bags over my shoulder before taking her hand and leading her from the library. I make sure the doors are locked before we walk down the front steps to the path that will take us to my apartment nearby.

I shadow Steph’s every move as we navigate the winding path toward the staff dormitories, cocooned in the inky blackness of the night. With each step, a twisted blend of anticipation and trepidation courses through my veins. The weight of my desire clings to the air around us, mingling with the scent of freshly fallen leaves and the distant hum of the campus growing quiet in the early hours of the morning.

As we approach the collection of buildings that house the staff dormitories, a formidable building looms before us, its gothic architecture casting long shadows across the surrounding grounds. I usually appreciate the quaintness, the cobblestoned streets surrounding the structures, and the history of the buildings that house the staff. Now, all I can think about is how quickly I can steal Steph into my apartment without anyone seeing us.

I send a silent thank you to my guardian angel that the chill in the air is too uncomfortable for anyone to be loitering on the lawn right now. I follow up with a verdant wish that the shadows stay dark and deep enough for no one to see us. My senses remain heightened. My arousal makes every step urgent. My head snaps in the direction of a shuffle of leaves and the air punches from my lungs when a squirrel darts down the trunk and across the lawn.

Steph’s breath condenses in the air as we half walk, half jog down the path. Moonlight glints in her eyes that remain trained on me every time I glance at her. A sliver of conscience stabs through me. I’m not sure if she feels it too, but her fingers clench more tightly around mine and the moment disappears as I’m thrust back into no thinking. Just feeling. Where arousal and desire ride me like a promise and where rules and boundaries cease to exist.

I fumble for my fob and mash it against the reader. The lock clicks and I push the door open with my shoulder. A tremor rakes her frame as we pad to my apartment door at the end of the hall. My skin pickles as we pass other staff members’ doors. I expect them to open. For faces to appear. For eyes to see us. For questions to be asked. Students are strictly forbidden in this building.

Students are strictly forbidden, period.

Not enough to stop me now. My balls throb. Every step is an act of torture. Our hurried steps are muffled by the thick carpet. I make it to the door and then we’re inside my apartment. I push the door shut, hedge her against the back of it, lean down and kiss her. My lips crash against hers while I grind my erection against her abdomen. Sweet sensation sparks through me and I groan into her mouth. She tugs my shirt from my jeans and flattens her palms on my sides. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and bends her fingers so her nails scrape my skin along my waist.

Her hand drifts down. Over my jeans. Strokes me over strained denim. My cock leaks when she circles her fingers around my length and guides her hand up and down.

“God. Steph. What are you doing to me?” I offer words as shaky as my feet. There’s no answer to that question. The gods above wouldn’t be able to do that either.

My gaze drops to her full lips when she quirks a smile. “I think it’s quite obvious what I’m doing to you.”

A laugh barks from me and feels as good as her hand on me. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that. Or lost control like this.

“Brat.” I kiss her again and vaguely recall our bags are still on my shoulder. I let them fall to the floor and then I can’t hold back any longer.

I need this woman.

I want this woman.

I grab her thighs, lift her and she winds her legs around my hips. I carry her to my bedroom, and the whole time our tongues are stroking, sliding and tangling against one another. I settle her on top of my bed and crawl over her.

“Are you sure..?”

She puts a hand over my lips. “Don’t ask. I don’t want to think about anything. Just take me, Jacob.”

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