Her breath was coming a little faster, her skin heating so he could smell her clean, sensual scent. “He made suggestions.”
“Did he tell you why?”
“Why you like bad girls dressed in virginal white or why he wanted me to wear this today in particular?” She gasped when the tips of his fingers stroked the skin between her breasts. She liked that. “He knew you were going to apologize and thought I could change your mind. About the ménage.”
“I do like your honesty,” Declan murmured, watching another button open under his touch. Her honesty was destroying his control. “But you’re a beautiful woman with a good head on her shoulders. How did Trick convince you this was a good idea when you thought I didn’t want you?”
“I wanted to talk to you, either way.” Her voice broke when Declan grazed one nipple with the back of his knuckles. “About what happened in the room.”
“What happened was I lost control.” Of my mouth and my dick. “I was angry at being denied gratification. So I took it, damn the consequences.”
“Trick was with you,” Jennifer pointed out. “You didn’t take anything he didn’t want to give. I saw it on his face when you… I couldn’t look away.”
“I was afraid I’d shocked as well as insulted you.”
“Shock isn’t the word I would use, Professor.”
“Have you ever seen two men together before? Not playing at the club. Fucking.”
“Not in person.”
Her answer intrigued him. “Videos?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I…I watch them online.”
“You watch men having sex with each other?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like what you see?”
“It was better in person. The way you took him. Your bodies straining and your hand…” She unconsciously raised her hand toward her throat, then she looked away as if she were blushing. “You didn’t have to hold back with each other. You didn’t need to try. I loved it.”
“Are you by any chance a tease, Miss Finn?” he growled. “Or did Trick teach you how to say all the right things?”
“I’m being honest. You said you liked that.”
“There are so many good reasons why this can’t happen.”
“Can I ask you a question, Professor?”
“Yes.”
“Despite all your good reasons and denials, you haven’t taken your hands off me, and you’re unbuttoning my dress.”
His fingers paused. “That isn’t a question.”
“No.” Jennifer placed her hand over his and slid it inside the fabric until it was cupping her bare breast. “It’s a fact.”
“You and your damn buttons.” He kissed her. He couldn’t resist.
She parted her lips for him without hesitation and met his tongue with her own. Openly sexual and unashamedly curious. As hungry as he was.
He unbuttoned two more buttons on her sundress, pushed aside the fabric and cupped and squeezed her breasts with both hands, closing his fingers over hard nipples and tugging lightly. She moaned into his mouth and pressed herself against his palms, asking for more.
She was so responsive. And bold. He felt his jeans open and her fingers pulling out his erection before he could lift his mouth to protest. “What are you doing, Miss Finn?”
“Studying polyamory?” She laughed softly as she said it, her eyes gleaming in the dim light when she looked down at him in her hand. She swallowed. “Oh God.”
Declan wasn’t feeling masculine pride as she reacted to the size of his erection. That would be juvenile. “You still think you want the both of us?”
That you can take both of us?
“Oh yeah.” She blushed when she said it, but her fingers tightened on his cock, making him grit his teeth. “Let me prove to you how much.”
She dragged his hand away from her breast and down to her skirt, lifting it so he could watch as their joined hands disappeared beneath her white panties.
He’d seen her through transparent fabric and in a texted photo of lace, but feeling the smooth, hairless folds, so wet there could be no doubt about her state of arousal, made him a little insane.
“We can’t do this here,” he whispered harshly. “I mean at all… Jesus, I don’t know what I mean.”
“But you want to.”
“I’ve wanted to do this every time you came to class in one of your skirts.”
“I wanted you to.”
Damn it. Declan groaned. “You’re so fucking soft. Wet. I’ve never touched a woman who waxed everything.”
She moaned as he explored her. “Do you like how it feels?”
Did he like breathing? “Yes.”
“I do too. Everything is more sensitive. Spanking. Sex. Your touch feels…so good, Professor.”
Jennifer Finn was temptation made flesh. Hot, wet flesh. “I want to see you. Look at you. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, pressing his hand more firmly against her as she stroked his erection.
At her consent, he yanked her underwear to the side so hard he heard a tear, then dropped to his knees. It was dark, but the projector’s light was enough for him to see her pale flesh. “Beautiful. I need to get closer. I’m going to put your leg over my shoulder.”