Page 34 of Forbidden Professor

He shakes his head, looking at me thoughtfully.

“Eve, if things were different….”

“— But they aren’t.”

“No, they aren’t.”

“No.”

We look at each other silently, the unspoken chemistry burning between us. His eyes are a storm of desire that I want to perish in. I don’t care about his job. I don’t care about my father. Not in that moment, with him staring at me like that. With him so close I can smell him.

“Why can’t you just relax?” I ask, my voice a whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe if we just give in once, we can get it out of our system.”

It’s an ambitious plan, I know that. But I present it with sincere hope.

He almost looks like he’s contemplating it for a second, but then he shakes his head. My heart sinks.

“That wouldn’t work, Eve.”

“How do you know?” My words are harsh, flung through the air with the force of my frustration.

He looks at me with a smug smile that I want to kiss away. “You’re all I can think about, Eve. Do you know how much strength it takes not to kiss you again, right here, right now?”

His words steal the breath from my lungs. But they aren’t enough.

“Not much, I guess. You seem to be doing a good job of restraining yourself.”

I’m bitter now. I want to be irresistible to him, and no matter what he says, it doesn’t get us in bed together.

“Trust me, Eve, it is not easy. I already told you that,” he says. My eyes dart down, and I see his cock twitch under his boxers.

He’s erect. He’s ready. And God, so am I.

My eyes snap up to his again and he knows I’ve seen. The heat rolls off of him like steam off asphalt and I can hardly breathe as he steadily holds my gaze.

“Eve…” he whispers, his voice thick with lust, a low warning that I can’t allow myself to hear.

I pounce.

My lips find his in a flash, and they open, welcoming me in. Our tongues collide, tangle, twirl, the passion between us flowing like a raging river. I moan into his mouth, and his hands are everywhere all at once. In my hair, sliding down my curves, gripping my hip. I lay back and he’s on top of me, the heaviness of his cock throbbing against my thigh.

His kiss is electric, hot and wet and sensual. We melt together, our bodies wrapped around each other, our hands clutching like our lives depend on it, while he kisses me with as much urgency as I feel.

Finally. Finally! I’m going to get what I want.

I spread my thighs, wrapping them around him, relishing in the feel of his cock twitching against my pussy. It’s everything I ever imagined and more.

I moan, arching my back, raising my hips. Brazenly. Wantonly. Hungrily.

“Yes,” I hiss, as I break our kiss to catch my breath. My voice must have broken the spell, because he freezes, then pulls away, his eyes searching mine like a lost child.

“God, Eve. Eve!” He growls, pulling away and scrambling to his feet.

He looks down at me. I wonder what he sees. Does he see the hunger in my eyes? Can he see how he affects me? How much I want him? Or does he just see a desperate woman?

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