Page 42 of The Professor
“I dated the same guy all through high school, but we broke up when he went to California for college. Since him I haven’t really dated all that much,” I say, resting my head on my arm.
“So you haven’t had much sex?” He asks, the corner of his mouth lifting a bit.
Smirking, I give him a wink. “I didn’t say that.”
It makes him laugh, which in turn makes my heart race. He’s so carefree right now and I’m loving this side of him.
“I guess that’s what college is all about. It sure was for me,” he says with a gleam in his eyes.
“Where did you go to college?” I ask.
“I went toColumbia University,” he answers.
We talk for a while about school. He’s been smiling and laughing telling me all his college experiences. It’s like in this moment we don’t have an age difference, that he isn’t my professor, and that we aren’t facing any kind of consequences. It’s just two people getting to know each other and it feels good.
We switch the subject to friends when I ask who the guy is he’s always out with.
“Liam and I grew up together. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He’s stuck by me through everything. What about you? I know Aubrey is your roommate and friend, how long have you been friends?”
“We met her freshman year when we got into the dorm. We’ve been friends since. I don’t know what I’d do without her,” I tell him.
He moves up the bed to lay next to me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as he searches my eyes. Pulling me a bit closer to him, he captures my mouth and kisses me. It’s soft, sweet, and it’s taking my breath away.
Pulling back, he runs his thumb down my cheek. “It’s hard not telling her about me isn’t it?”
I want to lie and say no, but I can’t. “Yeah, it’s actually very hard. I tell her everything, but I know this isn’t something we should tell anyone.”
It kinda hurts a little to say that. It makes me feel like I’m some dirty secret that he’s keeping. Yet, I know it’s only to protect his job and reputation.
“What do you want to happen here, Emma?” He asks.
“What do you mean?” I ask puzzled.
He’s quiet for a moment, more than likely picking his words perfectly. But I need him to because I’m not sure what he wants me to say here. Does he mean do I want to continue fucking or does he mean do I want to tell Aubrey? I have no idea.
“I mean, do you see this as just us fucking whenever we want or do you see this turning into something more?”
His face is completely void of emotion so I have no idea what he’s thinking. I think the best thing to do here is be totally honest.
“I haven’t given it any thought. I mean, I guess I never considered the fact that it could be more than just fucking,” I say, feeling the heat in my face.
“Neither have I,” he says, tracing my shoulder with his fingers. “But I’ll admit I like being with you.”
Searching his vulnerable eyes, my heart hurts a little. I’m guessing saying something like that wasn’t easy for him. He doesn’t seem to be the kind of guy that just opens up and I’m curious to know why. It’s not the time, obviously, but I am going to ask. Well damn, I think I just answered his question.
“I like being with you too. I kinda like the idea of sticking around,” I say through my nerves.
Rolling on top of me, he pushes his hands into my hair. “I like the idea of you sticking around too.”
Kissing me again, I can feel his cock hardening against me. I’m not going to lie, I love the fact that it’s me who gets this man so turned on. It’s a powerful feeling. His body is perfection. Lean muscles and abs that make me want to run my tongue on them. He’s strong and confident, just everything anyone could ever want, hell everyone does want. Yet he’s here, with me.
Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, running his thumbs on my cheeks. He lets out a deep breath that blows across my face.
“I’m not an easy man, Emma. I’m selfish, I’m possessive, and I get into my head often about shit. I have a bad temper, I’m easily annoyed, and I have no patience. You asked if I was ever in a serious relationship and I said I wasn’t, but it’s because I can’t. I won’t let myself get that close. That’s what you’re getting if you stick around,” he confesses.
Slipping my hands into his hair, I kiss his demanding lips. “I think you might be worth it.”
He doesn’t say anything, he just reaches over and pulls a condom out of his nightstand. Quickly rolling it on, he stays on top of me. His eyes burn with need as he searches mine. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he slams into me, causing me to dig my nails into his shoulders as I let out a moan.
