Page 5 of Falling For The Professor

“Yet you don’t know how old I am,” Carla said before taking a drink.

“I have an idea.”

“I’m afraid to know how old you are.”

“Twenty-two,” Ashley said, unwilling to lie about that.

“Hmm.” Carla left her glass on the coffee table in front of them. “I thought you’d say something like that.”

“Do you have a problem with our age difference?”

Carla blew out a breath. “Seeing as there’s eighteen years between us, I probably should.”

“You probably should? As in, you don’t?”

“Tonight is turning out to be full of surprises,” Carla said as she propped her elbow up against the back of the couch, sliding her fingers through her hair as she met Ashley’s gaze. “So, no. I don’t.”

Chapter Six

It wasn’t the first time tonight that Carla wondered if she could be having some sort of midlife crisis. Eighteen years?Two days ago she was questioning the fact that she was replying to Hannah’s message, and she was only ten years younger than her. Eighteen?

Ashley was the same age as her students. It just wasn’t a good look, but at the same time, was she really going to ask Ashley to leave? Hardly. Carla was having too good of a time. If she was honest with herself, she’d missed this. This easy conversation. Those lust-filled glances. She’d missed having someone be this interested in her, and of that much Carla was sure.

Ashley’s gaze had flickered down to Carla’s lips more than once tonight. Her voice had quivered one more than one occasion too, despite her confident appearance.

Was Carla going to act on it though? That was the question she should have been asking herself. She should have been weighing up the pros and the cons of this, except right now, all Carla could think about was what Ashley’s lips would taste like or what it would feel like to run her hand through Ashley’s hair.

Ashley was looking at her intently now, Carla’s words still hanging in the air about tonight being full of surprises. Carla had put it out there, that she wasn’t bothered by their age difference, and Ashley looked like she was trying to figure out how to make that shift, to move this beyond a friendly conversation.

“What are you thinking right now?” Carla asked, knowing exactly what Ashley was thinking, or at least, the nature of her thoughts.

Ashley took a sip of wine before leaning forward to gently rest it on the coffee table, her top dipping with the motion.

“I’m thinking that I’d really love to kiss you,” Ashley said, her voice sultry and smooth.

They were already so close, their bodies just inches away from. It wouldn’t take much to close the gap between them, but Carla wanted to draw out this moment, even for just a few seconds.

Carla reached up and brushed Ashley’s hair away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, letting her fingers linger along her jawline.

“I happened to be thinking the very same thing,” Carla murmured, her eyes purposely lowering to Ashley’s lips for a second.

They stared at each other, and Carla knew where this night was going. She was going to do a hell of a lot more than kiss Ashley, and Carla would have to deal with the consequences of it tomorrow. Although, maybe there wouldn’t be any. So far, they hadn’t exchanged numbers, and for all she knew, maybe Ashley was only interested in a one-time thing.

“Come here,” Ashley whispered, taking Carla away from her thoughts, and then Ashley was grabbing a fistful of Carla’s top, tugging her towards her, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss, as if this was something that they’d been building towards for weeks or months instead of merely a few hours.

It felt like that though. The air was heavy, crackling with sexual tension, as if they both knew that tonight was all they were going to have.

Carla parted her lips against Ashley’s, their tongues meeting in a hungry kiss. Carla’s fingers were splayed against Ashley’s cheek as they deepened the kiss, slowing things down.

Ashley moaned into the kiss, her hand releasing the grip on Carla’s top to slip underneath it. Her warm hand grazed over her hip and up along Carla’s ribs, the other hand resting on Carla’s arm before sliding up to her neck, her tongue searching out Carla’s.

Carla scooted closer to Ashley without breaking the kiss, and the movement sent a surge of desire through her as her jeans pressed a little tighter against her clit.

Carla groaned, taking control of the kiss, and she eased Ashley down onto the couch, climbing on top of her, pushing her leg in between Ashley’s so that she was straddling one of Ashley’s jean clad thighs.

Carla’s hands were the ones exploring now, both of them moving underneath Ashley’s top, over her flat stomach and up to her bra, cupping her breasts through the lacy fabric.

“Oh fuck,” Ashley moaned, breaking the kiss for a second, her body arching into Carla as her hands continued to massage and tease Ashley’s breasts.

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