Page 64 of When Hearts Collide

He kisses me like I’m an elixir that’ll fix his madness.

He kisses me like he’s desperate and will die without having his lips on mine.

My heart skydives and free-falls and I meet his passion and heated aggression with clawing hands and raking nails.

With a rough growl, he swipes his arm over the surface of his desk, sending papers, pens, and God knows what else to the floor and hauls me over the desktop in one fell swoop. Like I weigh absolutely nothing.

My core clenches at this outrageous display of masculinity. He pins me to the desk and presses his hot, hard body on top of mine. My legs part of their own accord and I wrap them around his muscular thighs. My fingers dig into his back as he manhandles my face with a roughness that sends me reeling. His mouth claims me over and over again and everything feels feverish, my body on fire. I can’t get enough. I want the clothes to disappear between us.

Arching my body up, I rub against the solid steel of his erection, which settles over my jean-clad pussy. He hisses like the motion singes him. He’s huge. Long and thick from the large bulge in front of his pants.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moan when we part for breath.

“Fuck me. Why is this so good?” he grunts as he grinds against me, his hands trailing down my body possessively, like I’m a feast he doesn’t know if he’ll ever experience again. He squeezes my heavy breasts over my thin tank top, his fingers pinching my hard nipples, and I let out a mewl.

“I’m fucking obsessed. Out of my mind. You drive me fucking insane,” he growls against my neck as he bites the tender flesh there, each pinch sending a sharp current of pleasure to my clit.

I gyrate against him, my hand covering my mouth, trying to stifle my moans. His hips thrust harder against me, each slide of his thick ridge hitting my clit at precisely the right angle.

“Ryland,” I whimper, my hands grabbing his muscular ass, trying to roll against him as the fire builds in my pussy.

Wetness seeps through my panties. Everything is achy. Needy.

“Yes, Millie, what do you need? You need me to fuck the ever-living shit out of you?” he rasps before biting my earlobe.

“Shiiitt,” I mewl as the sensation makes me clamp my legs tighter around him and he lets out a frustrated, guttural moan, his hips snapping faster against me.

The flames climb rapidly, the sparks igniting, our hearts colliding, and the world ceases to be a swath of gray but is an array of incandescent colors instead.

“Yes, oh my God, yes. I need you inside me,” I whimper into his ear as more wetness seeps out of my pussy. I need him inside me. I feel like I’ll die without him filling me.

Groaning, he ruts harder against me and I feel his cock lengthening.

I thrash on the desk. “Yes, please, please, yes—”

Riiiiiing.

The ringing of the phone lying on the floor is a sudden deluge of icy rain, shattering the alternate world we are in. He freezes for a millisecond before hauling himself off me like I’m a burning hot stovetop, leaving me a melted mess on top of his desk, my pussy throbbing with unslaked need. I can only imagine how I look right now—hair in disarray, bee-stung lips, hard nipples threatening to poke holes through my thin cotton tank, my legs spread and hips arching.

Panting, my lungs rake in desperate gulps of oxygen as reality swiftly sets in.

I almost had sex with my professor in his office. Shit. I almost threw our futures away and crossed a line we could never undo.

Judging from the fury on his face as he scrambles to mute the ringing phone on the floor, he feels the same way.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants under his breath, his fingers raking through and pulling at his glorious dark hair, his forehead gleaming with sweat.

He turns around and faces the wall. I see the tightness of the muscles bunching on his back, the trembling of his hands as they knot against his sides. I hear the harshness of his panting breaths.

Thump.

He slams his palms onto the filing cabinet, the loud slap echoing in the quiet room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” More frustration. More anger. More…everything.

My limbs finally awaken, and I quickly climb off the desk. I straighten my clothes, my hands shaking as I smooth my tangled hair and touch my heated face. The thumping in my chest is a devastating earthquake and I find myself disoriented.

“Go.” His voice is rough. He’s still not facing me. “This was a mistake. It will never happen again.”

His words are a blade thrust into my trembling heart and the sharp pain wrenches the air from my lungs. It’s the right thing to do, my mind whispers, trying to make itself heard in the madness and chaos around me.

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