Page 19 of Ruthless Temptation
His hard dick.
I wiggle my ass just a bit, enough to get a better feel of it. It’s massive, even tucked away in his jeans. When my eyes meet his, he’s searching my face.
“That’s what you do to me.” His voice is low. “This is your last chance to leave if you’re having second thoughts.”
Second thoughts? No. I’m sure I want this. Am I wondering if I’ll be able to take him? Yes. Even without seeing it, I know it’s bigger than any I’ve ever had. To come this far and chicken out is out of the question, but I also hope I don’t embarrass myself.
His grip on me loosens. “Are you?” I don’t miss the note of disappointment.
I shake my head quickly, snapping myself out of my spiraling thoughts.
“No,” I say quickly. “I want you.” A slight smile twists his lips.
Professor Holmes uses his hands around my waist to turn me toward him.
Our lips collide in a searing hot kiss that knocks my world out of orbit. It’s a clash of soft lips and sharp teeth, and when he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue I melt into him. An appreciative grunt slips from him when I grab his lower lip between my teeth. His grip on my waist tightens.
It’s like I’ve been suffocating all my life but now I’ve finally had my first taste of air. I kiss him until everything else falls away, until all I can feel is the dizziness in my head and the sensitivity of every inch of my skin. The kiss is equal parts pleasure and pain, a promise of things to come that sends wet heat pooling in my core.
“You taste amazing,” he says against my lips in a strangled voice.
I moan, desperate for our lips to join again. My hands are in his hair and on his shoulders, trying and failing to get as much contact with him as possible.
When he pulls us apart, I can’t help the whine that leaves me. I lean in, hoping to kiss him again, but he uses his strong grip to keep us separated. Despite the obvious signs of lust overtaking him—his lips are pink and a bit swollen, and there’s a wild look in his eyes—Professor Holmes seems just as demanding and calculating.
If anything, a little bit more.
“I haven’t forgotten your bratty outburst,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did you think I would let it go unpunished?”
I should be scared, but my nipples tighten at the mention of the word punishment. I’m too needy to be ashamed. All I want is him, whatever he will give me.
“If you don’t trust me, Tara, this will never work,” he says simply. “Do you trust me?”
I nod, even though I feel like his question has a deeper meaning. He smiles.
“What do you say when I ask you a question?”
“Yes, sir. I trust you.”
His smile turns into a full-on grin. “Good girl.”
Those words shoot straight to my core, turning my last bit of resistance into something much more insidious and needy. Professor Holmes’ fingers linger by the waistband of my leggings, burning a hole into my skin. I wiggle against his touch, sucking in a deep breath.
For a moment, he just stares at me, and I wonder if he’ll make me wait forever.
“I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for so long,” his voice is a reverent murmur, his eyes fixed on my hips. My heart ishammering against my ribcage, and all my nerve endings feel like they’re about to explode.
My lips tremble as he holds me up with one hand and peels my leggings off my hips with the other.
“You never cease to surprise me.” He meets my eyes with a gaze consumed by a raw, primal passion that steals my breath away. He sinks his teeth into his lips, before licking them—long and slow, the way I want him to lick me.
A tendril of heat wraps itself around the back of my neck, but I grin in the face of the blush gathering on my cheeks. I didn’t wear underwear specifically to get this reaction out of him. He ghosts his fingers over my thighs and my mound. I draw in a sharp breath.
He stands suddenly, lifting me with him. He sets me on the edge of the desk.
“Lie down,” he commands.
I obey, pressing my back against the cool wood. It’s just big enough to support me, only my ankles hang off. Professor Holmes leans over me, first helping me out of my sports bra, then undoing my ponytail. For a few heartbeats, he doesn’t do anything—only stares at me with his eyes full of something I can’t place.
