Page 30 of Frayed Owner

I was snapped out of my random thoughts when he moved over me and was shirtless. He was so incredibly handsome, and his upper body was so defined and sexy. Seeing him at the gym shirtless had been so… His friend was right and he shouldn’t be shirtless around women.

Well, the guy had said his students but yeah, just women because Derek Wyatt was too attractive and distracting. His hair was hanging in my face, but I also liked the hat look. Right then, I was happier that his hair was available to me so I could play with it as we kissed.

I gasped when his hand went back to my breast and then he kissed down my neck. His lips took over and he licked each of my nipples before teasing them in turn. His long fingers teased my clit before pushing inside of me.

“You like that, Bev?” he whispered before sucking on my nipple again. “Tell me you like that.”

I moaned, pushing my hips up in encouragement. “I like your mouth better.”

“Did I at least do that right?” he asked, his voice so sad that it hurt my heart. It made me mad that I wanted to comfort him even when he was the jerk and I was the one hurt. I wasn’t sure how that worked out, but I didn’t know how to fix it in my head.

Where was the same switch or button to control my feelings like that?

Yeah, yeah, I knew there weren’t any, but it would be really nice if there were.

“Where is your head?” he asked me gently. “Are you—we don’t have to yet if you’re still thinking about what happened.”

I met his worried gaze and didn’t want to admit that I didn’t knowwhichcrazy or thing he was referring to that could distract me. Or make me not want to have this type of fun. What happened between us? I wasn’t sure and I was going to brush it off because he was my professor and I’d let this happen again—which I’d be mad at myself again for later.

But I didn’t want to brush it off.

And I also didn’t want to stop.

I’d wanted this with him. It felt good and… I wanted it.

I wanted him. No matter what else was going on with us, the connection was good as long as he stopped playing the games.

So I said as much which probably wasn’t the right thing to do. “I don’t want to stop. I like this between us when it’s us and not the games or bullshit.”

His eyes flashed something I didn’t catch, but then he kissed me as his fingers got back to work. Then he kissed down my body and ate me out until I screamed in pleasure. He wasn’t done with me though and kept going, moving my legs over his shoulders and doing it again like he was dying for me.

Then he begged me to sit on his face and let him drown in me. It sounded a bit much and off-putting, but… I wasn’t into women. Maybe it was something guys liked?

Either way, I liked it from my end.

Then I gave him what I knew he liked and took charge, riding him. He was shocked that I not only took initiative, but instigated the sex first. He said nothing had ever felt better than us together in that moment and I had to agree.

It felt fucking amazing.

Until I woke up alone in bed and was touching myself.

In my bed.

In my dorm.

“Oh, just fuckeverything,” I groaned.

Just for good measure, I covered my face and gave a wordless scream.

And then I did it again in the shower.

Thelast thingI needed was to have sex dreams about Wyatt.

Fine, not the last thing, but I really,reallydidn’t need it. Seriously.

I went through my normal morning routine but flinched when Nigel was waiting outside for me. With that reaction, I knew I had to broach the topic that I didn’t want to even if I thought it was all crazy.

Luckily, he did while we were moving through the buffet.

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