Page 48 of Forbidden Professor

I was already wildly attracted to Carter, but I’ve now apparently fallen madly in lust with his brain. I have half a mind to feign ignorance, just to hear him talk again.

But he’s done such a fucking great job that I actually feel confident that I understand everything perfectly.

He stares back at me, our gazes locked, the electricity flowing between us so strongly you can almost hear it crackling.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“It’s my pleasure,” he whispers back.

I nod, my gaze flickers down to his lips and quickly back up to his eyes.

“Am I forgiven now?”

His question lands between us and I scoff, shaking my head.

“You didn’t do anything wrong that needs forgiving. You were only trying to save us both.”

His eyes narrow at my words. I reach out and let my fingers fall over his hand on the table. Slowly, I move my thumb, caressing his hand. The tiniest movement. When he captures my thumb with his, I gasp. He presses down, then turns his hand and clasps mine in his, bringing my open palm to his mouth.

He presses his lips into my palm and I gasp.

It’s so sweetly tender and sensual that it steals my breath away.

Carter’s eyes look up at me, a question, a yearning… His lips move against my skin, the intimacy of his lips on my palm feeling almost intrusively personal. I shudder in my seat, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.

It’s too much.

As much as I want Carter to touch me, it’s too much, too soon. I pull my hand away and quickly rise, taking a few steps into the kitchen, away from the table. I struggle to catch my breath, my mind reeling.

What just happened? What did that mean?

I have nothing but questions and a heart thundering like a racehorse in my chest when I turn back to him. He’s right there, silently having closed the distance I’d so purposefully put between us without me realizing it.

Carter’s arms wrap around me and pull me close. I take a step forward, letting them engulf me, letting them block out all thoughts. Our being together is wrong. But it feels so damned good.

“Eve,” he whispers. My eyes rise to meet his. “I can’t fucking resist you.”

He bends his head, his lips falling on mine like light snow, delicate yet piercing.

The thoughts that have been storming through my head for days threaten to break down the walls that I’ve shut them behind. I open my mouth, welcoming Carter in further, deeper. He responds so naturally, his tongue darting past my lips and finding my own.

His warmth is overwhelming, and I lose myself in his embrace. His kiss is tender, searching, and delicate.

Until it's not.

The pent up desire smoldering between us finally erupts into a growing flame that flickers with life. It builds into a roaring inferno that surprises me with its force.

His kiss turns hard, hungry. His hands run up and down the side of my torso, dancing over my curves and gripping at my hips. He pulls me closer. His cock, hard and throbbing, presses against my thigh.

The feel of Carter next to me, kissing me like this, is pure heaven. I moan and press into him, meeting the intensity of his kiss, my own desire bubbling up inside of me.

The fleeting wonder of what’s changed in Carter’s mind to allow this flashes in my head, but I push it away. It can wait.

Answers later.

Sex now.

I moan into his mouth, lost in the deliciousness of his kiss, in the thrill of getting what I’d wanted for so long.

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