Page 50 of The Professor
A shiver went over my skin despite the hot water. My body craved his. I longed to be with him—to be naked with him and sharing sex-sweat. There was no way I could act as if nothing had happened between us.
Impossible.
I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
“You’ll be needing this!”
I cried out in shock. What the…? “Andrew? How did you…what are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t stay away.” He wrapped the huge soft towel around my shoulders. “Mitch called and said they were done with questioning you. I came straight here.”
“Did Ted let you in?” I frowned up at his handsome face.
“Who is Ted?” He shook his head and rubbed his hands up and down my arms, over the towel. “And no, I let myselfin.” He chuckled. “I guess studying criminology for years, a few things have rubbed off.”
“Like breaking and entering.”
“Yeah, that…you complaining?”
I smiled. “No, I was just thinking of you.”
“You were?” He raised his eyebrows.”
“Yes, I was wondering when I was going to see you again.”
“You didn’t have to wonder for long.” He steered me from my en suite. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“Very.” I stopped beside my dressing table and picked up a brush, ran it through my wet hair. The towel slipped half off, exposing my right breast.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said and gestured behind himself.
“Go ahead.” I let the towel fall completely, the sunlight hitting my skin and dancing in the tiny hairs that grew on my flesh.
“Fuck,” he muttered and turned.
The shower came on, and I rubbed in face cream, applied deodorant, and then removed my earrings.
In the reflection of the mirror, I saw him come back into my bedroom, naked and shower-wet, scrubbing his hair with a hand towel.
My heart did a strange little stutter. I’d dreamed of a moment like this for so long—of having the professor in my bedroom. I’d created all kinds of scenarios for it to happen…but even my vivid imagination could never have dreamed up this one.
“On your knees.” His expression was stern, and he nodded at the floor.
A fizz of excitement went through me. He obviously hadn’t visited just to talk.
“Now!”
Hurriedly, I folded to the soft carpet and watched as he took his meaty erection into his fist.
“You gonna be a good girl and do as you’re told?” he asked gruffly and stepped up close. He ran his hand into my wet hair and gripped it the way he seemed fond of doing.
“Yes, Sir.” I fluttered my eyelashes. “I always want to be a good girl for you.”
His jaw tensed, his abdomen bricked, and his chest expanded. He hooked his palm under my chin. “Open up.”
Again, I did as he’d asked. My mouth was watering to taste him, to learn his shape with my tongue.
“Take it all,” he ordered. “Take all of me, just the way you do in my wet dreams.”
