Page 14 of The Professor: Ep. 2
I felt around for a light and failed.
“Kayla,” a deep voice called from behind the door, causing her to go still against me once more. “Where’d you go, Kay?” The voice sounded a little farther away, like the owner of it had just gone into another room. The bathroom, maybe? “Come on, Kay, don’t hide. I just want to talk.”
Given the way she was now shaking against me, I suspected she didn’t want to have that discussion. It left me wondering whom I’d just hidden her from.
I shifted my foot to brace it against the bottom of the door to keep it closed, just in case the guy decided to try this room.
Fortunately, he didn’t.
After a few more minutes of saying her name, he slurred something unintelligible and silence followed.
Kayla appeared to have stopped breathing.
I wrapped my arms around her on instinct, holding her.
She didn’t hug me back so much as bury her face against my sweater. I didn’t say anything, just ran my fingers through her hair and offered the comfort she clearly craved.
After a few tense moments, she shivered and blew out a breath. “Sorry,” she whispered.
“No need to apologize,” I replied, kissing the top of her head. “But say the word and I’ll help get you out of here.” I knew the back exit, as I’d been forced to use it once. And I had no problem doing it again now. Dustin could cover our bill and meet up with me later.
“My friends will worry.”
“Do you have your phone?” I asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Then text them and tell them you left.”
She hesitated. “They’ll want to know who I left with.”
“No one will see us leave together,” I promised. “Just tell them it was the guy dancing you all over the bar out there.”
She snorted. “They’ll never believe that.”
“Then make someone up,” I replied. “Tell them a knight in shining armor swept you off your feet and gave you the best fuck of your life.”
A laugh bubbled out of her, the tension plaguing her thawing a little bit more. “Best fuck of my life, huh?” While I couldn’t see her, I suspected she was giving me a look that said,Prove it.
“I’m up for the task,” I offered.
“You sure think a lot of yourself.”
“Are you saying I’m not the best fuck of your life, Miss Mickelson?”
“Hmm.” She drew her nails up my sternum to tap me on the jaw. “I still haven’t seen you completely naked, so I’m afraid I can’t accurately answer that question.”
“Tease,” I accused, shifting to nibble at the pad of her finger. “Now I have to take you home just to prove a point.”
“I’m absolutely devastated,” she deadpanned, sounding much more like herself.
I chuckled and wrapped my palm around the back of her neck to pull her into a quick kiss, the reaction almost automatic. Rather than overthink it, I indulged in it and enjoyed the hint of cherry lingering on her tongue. So sweet and adorable. I wanted to devour her in this closet, but that wouldn’t grant me the space or time to hold true to my word—that I was absolutely the best fuck of her life.
“Come home with me,” I whispered, not entirely sure how it’d come to this in such a short time period. But now that I had it in my head that I wanted her, I was hell-bent on taking her back to my place. “Please, Kayla.”
She nodded, her lips humming an affirmative sound against my mouth. “Lead the way.”
So different from the words spoken at her house—follow me. Now it waslead the way.
