Page 75 of Whirlwind

A single tear tracks down my cheek at his words, and he brushes it away. I stare into his eyes, having an out-of-body experience. My professor is sitting on my couch. He quit his job for me. He loves me. And if I’m being truthful, I love him, too, even if I can’t say it out loud yet. Not until our relationship feels truly real.

Ryker runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Our bodies have somehow gravitated even closer. All he has to do is lean down a breath to kiss me.

“You were going to defer your schooling for me?” he asks.

“I was.”

“And you were going to call me?”

I nod. “I realized I do want to be with you. I was willing to chase you if I had to.”

He cups my cheek and smiles. “You’ve already caught me.”

Laughter slips through my lips, and I shake my head in his hand. “So cheesy.”

“I’m the Twister Tamer, Ms. Buckley. Cheese is part of my personality.”

“Oh my god,” I groan. “It is not. Dramatic? Yes. Cheese? No.”

“I really can be cheesy,” he insists. “And we can talk about that dramatic comment later, but please know I plan to teach you everything about me, Finley. Every single thing.”

My laughter fades as I place my hand over the one he has resting on my cheek. My lips part to tell him he doesn’t need to teach me anything—I already know him. But I hold back.

There will be time to tell him I know his favorite color is blue, that he rubs his jaw when he’s nervous, that he picks tomatoes off everything he eats. Time to tell him I love his overwhelming passion for storms, that he’s smarter than anyone I’ve ever met. Even that I think he needs readers because he squints when he reads documents and textbooks. But right now, I want to show him something else.

“Kiss me, Professor.”Ex-professor?

As if he senses my silly thoughts, a lopsided grin appears on his lips. But before I can smile back, his mouth captures mine. I drop my hand to the base of his neck as his fingers tangle in my hair. We moan into each other’s mouths, and I open for him, our tongues meeting in a slow slide. He tastes of mint, and all I want is more. To drown in him after going two weeks without.

“Ryker.” I tug his lower lip between my teeth. “I need you.”

“Fuck, baby. I need you, too.” He groans, pushing me back on my couch so he’s fully on top of me, the heavy weight of him settling me for the first time since we parted. His lips find mine again at the same time I grab the hem of his T-shirt, yanking it up.

Ryker’s mouth leaves mine so I can pull his shirt off and drop it to the floor, then he’s sucking my tongue as I thrust my hipsup into his, rubbing myself on his growing erection. He curses against my lips, and I do it again, anxious to feel him inside me.

Over the next few minutes, I get lost in the sensation of his lips, teeth, tongue, and hands peeling off my clothes and worshipping every inch of skin they can. When we’re both finally naked, he tugs me to my bed, laying me out on the cream comforter. He continues to worship me, leaving bites on my neck before licking over my collarbone and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch up, pressing him into my breast and writhing beneath him.

This goes on for a time before I can’t take it any longer. I need to feel fully connected with him again, need to feel his love for me through his body and not just his words. I want to know what it’s like to be fully loved by Ryker West when he’s not holding back. When we’re no longer under the constraints of our forbidden relationship.

“Fuck me, please. I can’t wait anymore.”

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a wet popping noise, kissing back up my chest and neck. His long, heavy cock drags against my heated skin until he’s settled between the cradle of my thighs.

“You want my dick, Ms. Buckley?” He runs his nose along the shell of my ear.

I slide my wet pussy over his length. “What do you think, Professor West?”

His dilated eyes connect with mine, and then he’s smirking. We probably shouldn’t like using those titles in the way we do, but damn me to hell if I don’t admit it’s hot. Especially now that we can use them and not be worried about the consequences.

“I think you’re a naughty girl who needs to be fucked so well”—he nips at my lips—“that she remembers how to be good.”

I arch into his touch and groan. “Do it.”

He hums deviously before he kisses me once, then again. “Begme for it.”

My nails claw into his back, and I bring my lips to his ear so he hears me loud and clear. “Please fuck me, Professor West. Teach me how to be good.”

A feral growl rumbles from his throat, and I gasp as Ryker dips his hand between us, fingers brushing over my clit before he takes his cock and sheathes himself all the way inside me.

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