Page 16 of Irresistible Professor

“I love you, Ford,” she continued, her eyes searching mine. “I’ve loved you for a while now, and I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.”

Hearing those words from her lips was everything I’d dreamed of and more. I reached for her, pulling her to me, the warmth from her body seeping into mine. “Bonnie, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m madly, completely in love with you.”

Her smile was radiant, and I knew my expression mirrored hers. It felt like we were on the brink of something incredible, a new chapter unfolding right before us.

I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that spoke volumes of what words couldn’t convey. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer still, and I lost myself in the sensation of her touch, the feel of her heartbeat against mine. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist.

I cupped her face in my hands, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks. “I love you, Bonnie Kelly. More than I ever thought possible.”

Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and she laughed softly before kissing me again, more passionately this time, while running her hands over my shoulders and arms. Heat rushed through me as my body responded to her touch.

I stood, lifting her effortlessly from the sofa and carried her into the dark bedroom, our lips clinging together, and laid her down upon the bed that had been a taunt of what could be until now. My hands moved to her clothes, pulling her sweater over her head in one movement. I allowed my fingers to trace down the straps of her bra, cupping the satin and lace that met my hands. Bonnie groaned beneath me, pressing up into my hands as our eyes met. Her skin was moonlight and silk beneath my fingertips, and when I bared her breasts to my view, I paused, struck by the sheer beauty of her.

Lowering my head, I took the rosy peak of one breast into my mouth, eliciting a moan that vibrated through her chest and straight into my soul. My tongue swirled, worshiping her as I had longed to, my aim to drive her wild with each caress. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, spurring me on with gentle, insistent pressure.

“Please, Ford,” she gasped, and there was no hesitation in her voice, only raw need. “I want you. More than anything.”

Moving my attention lower, I tugged off her jeans and panties, sliding them off of her delicate skin expertly before I settled back between her creamy thighs. I traced a path down her stomach with my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin until I reached the apex of her thighs. There, I paused, inhaling the scent of her arousal before diving into the sweet essence of her. My fingers joined my mouth, stroking, circling, teasing until she writhed beneath me, her moans building into a symphony of pleasure.

When I felt her body tighten around the invasion of my fingers, I redoubled my efforts with my tongue, committed to drawing out her release. When she finally came apart, it was with my name on her lips, a plea and a declaration all at once, and I savored her, letting her ride the waves of her climax until the tremors subsided and she lay spent and panting beneath me.

I waited until she came down to earth again, my need now something I could barely control. Her fingers reached out to me, traced the skin of my arms and sculpted chest. Her dark eyes were satisfied, but I saw the hunger building again, saw that she wanted much more than I’d given her already.

“Are you sure, Bonnie? We can’t take this back once it’s done.” I murmured against her neck, my tongue swiping at the skin below her ear. She tasted good everywhere I licked her.

I wanted her to say yes, in those heartbeats where I thought I would die as she pondered my question. I wanted her to say yes more than I’d ever wanted anything. I moved my head to look into her eyes, those sweet eyes full of yearning that looked back at me with all the trust in the world.

“I want you more than I want my next breath, more than I want my next heartbeat, Ford. Please, don’t make me wait anymore.” Bonnie pleaded, her lips parted, her eyes open, but seeing only me.

I kissed her, softly at first, then with more need as the passion rekindled, as the need turned into a flame that threatened to burn everything down if I didn’t find a way to quench it. I ran my fingers down between us, wanting to stoke the flames within her. When her hips danced in time with the silent melody my fingers played upon her skin, I knew it was time. When she cried out my name, her nails digging into my skin, my restraint shattered. I entered her in one fluid motion, and every nerve ending seared with the need for release. As I moved within her, every thrust was a stroke against my own self-control. I could feel the tension coiling tighter, my desire spiraling.

“Ford…,” Her breathy whisper was both plea and permission, and it spurred me on. I watched her beneath me, her eyes closed, lips parted in pleasured cries that only heightened my arousal. There was a ferocity in the way she met each of my movements, a boldness that ignited something primal within me.

But this was about her, Bonnie, who deserved to be cherished. So, I fought back the impending tide, focusing on her, determined to draw out her pleasure. My hands traced the contours of her body, memorizing the rise and fall of her chest, the softness of her skin. Leaning down, I captured her nipple between my lips once more, eliciting a gasp that cut through the haze of my desire.

I could sense her climbing again, her body beginning to clench and unclench rhythmically around me, signaling her approaching climax. My movements became more deliberate, designed to coax her over that edge. Her hands clawed at my back, urging me deeper, faster, until she arched beneath me, a keening wail escaping her as she came apart once more. The sensation of her tightening around me was exquisite torture, driving me wild. It was too much, the dam broke, and with a guttural groan that felt torn from the depths of my being, I surrendered to the rush. I came hard, deep inside her, waves of pleasure pulsing through me as I filled her with my heat.

Collapsing beside her, I pulled her close, our sweat-slicked bodies clinging together in the aftermath. Her heartbeat drummed against my chest, a sweet cadence that echoed my own. In that moment, as I held her, feeling the echo of her pleasure around me, I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

After what seemed like hours savoring each other, the audible grumble from my stomach reminded me that it was well past dinnertime.

“Hungry, sweetheart?” I asked, tracing the outline of her soft lips with my finger.

“Famished,” she admitted before planting a soft kiss against my neck.

I ordered takeout from a nearby Italian restaurant and let her wear my robe while I donned a pair of sweats. Over dinner, we shared stories and hopes for the future, our words weaving a tapestry of the life we envisioned together. It was a heady feeling, knowing that we were free to be together, to explore the depth of what we felt without the shadows of doubt or hesitation.

Later, as we lay entwined on the couch, the room bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, I couldn’t help but marvel at how right this felt. Her head rested against my chest, her hair a dark cascade over my shoulder, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“Thank you for trusting me with your heart,” I murmured, the words a quiet promise.

She shifted slightly, looking up at me with a smile that held a universe of emotion. “And thank you for holding it so gently.”

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, content to simply be. It was as if time had slowed, allowing us to savor each moment, each whisper and touch.

Eventually, she shifted, sitting up and looking at me with a hint of seriousness in her gaze. “Ford, there’s something we need to talk about.”

I nodded, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. “Of course. What is it?”

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