Page 36 of Forbidden Professor

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“Zach,” I hear myself say, breathless. “I need you.”

His lips move to my temple. “Tell me what you want.”

I’m silent. I have no idea. I’ve never done this before. All I know is I can’t continue like this for another second. I shake my head. His labored breaths tremble across my cheek, sending a new stream of shivers down my spine. His lips move to my neck, tasting and nipping in seductive kisses that set my skin aflame.

I’m practically whimpering when his hand caresses the side of my breast. I gasp. His thumb moves over the nipple, so hard and tight I’m surprised he can’t feel it through my bra.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks. His mouth moves down my throat, leaving kisses along my collarbone, my breastbone until he reaches the round swell cresting over the lowered cut of my shirt.

“Here?” He kisses the top of my breast, sliding down to bite the fabric separating his mouth from my nipple. The motion sends a new vibration of pleasure to my womanhood. It takes all the remaining willpower I possess not to cry out.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice no more than a raspy puff of air. “Please.”

His hand slides down between us, grazing my stomach before resting at the aching mound between my legs. He presses into me, the hard seam of my jeans sending an explosion of bliss ricocheting across my body.

“What about here?” His hands continue gliding along the seam. I tilt my head back against the door. I can barely hold myself up any longer.

“Yes, Zach. Please, I need you to end this now.”

He laughs against my cheek, a deep throaty sound that reverberates down to where his hand is still playing me like a guitar. “Do you want to do it out here in the hallway?”

I still. My God. We’ve been doing this out in plain view of anyone. My neighbors could have walked by, and I wouldn’t have noticed. I would have let him deflower me here in the middle of the hallway for everyone and anyone who cared to see.

I shake my head, shivering with unreleased desire. My fingers dig my keys out of my pocket. The keys jingle like Santa’s sleigh as I unsteadily try to fit the key into the lock. Zach’s hands come around the front of me. My back is to him, but his hands rove up the front of my body, cupping my breasts, pressing my backside into his hardened erection.

Apparently, I am not the only one burning to end this torture. The door finally slides open, and I twist in Zach’s arms to kiss him once again. He pushes us through the doorway, shutting it behind us and immediately locking the door.

“Is your roommate home?” he asks.

“I don’t think so. She’s supposed to be on a date.”

He calls for Lyndsey but doesn’t wait for a response. His mouth claims mine yet again, demanding, possessive. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him tighter to me. I thread my fingers through his thick hair. This man is everything I could have ever imagined. Though no dream sequence could ever replicate these scattered sensations.

The heat of his palm brushes over my bare stomach. My muscles flinch, responding to his touch like one half of a magnet. He guides my shirt upward and over my head. I should feel embarrassed, uneasy. No man has ever seen me like this. But somehow, it doesn’t bother me. I feel beautiful, wanted.

Complete.For the first time in my life.

His quick hands set to work unhooking my bra. He trails kisses along the tops of my breast, dipping lower as my bra falls down my arms and to the floor. His mouth closes over my nipple. The hot, slick sensation of his tongue spreads down my body to the meeting point between my legs. My hips move on their own accord, possessed of a desire all their own. The pressure tightens inside me as his tongue traces erotic circles around my nipple. It coils deep within my stomach, moving into my chest.

I let out a moan, encouraging him further. My hands reach out to his shirt, wanting to remove any layer of clothing that separates his skin from mine. Trembling, my inexperienced fingers fumble with the buttons. I manage to slip three of them loose before he pulls away and tugs the shirt off over his head.

He leans downward, pulling me tight against him. Warm, muscled skin melds with mine like silk. His lips claim one final kiss, before he adds, “You’re shaking. Are you sure you want me to keep going?”

Dazedly, I nod. Nothing on earth could stop me from making love to this man right now. A brass band could burst through my living room, and I would continue screwing his brains out to the rhythm of the nearest instrument.

My hands trail up and down his back. The buttons on my jeans loosen, and I feel the hem of them sliding down over my hips. This is finally happening. I can’t wait any longer.

I step out of the legs of my jeans. A wash of pride settles over me when he stares at me, taking in my naked form with a look of sheer wonderment. He is at my feet, kneeling and tossing the jeans to the side. I feel like a goddess standing before a faithful subject, his lips ready to worship my mouth, his hands prepared to glorify my body.

“You’re beautiful, Aly.”

And I believe it. For the first time in a long time, I believe that I am worthy of a love I’ve only read about in storybooks. What’s more, is this perfect man with a body carved from steel wants me. He’s all mine in this moment. And I am finally ready to enjoy every last second.

“Spread your legs for me,” he says.

A tingle moves between my thighs in sheer anticipation. I do what he asks, trembling despite how badly I want this. He glides a hand beneath my thigh and lifts my leg over his shoulder. He places a kiss to my stomach, and I twitch in unexpected arousal. I’m damn near burning with desire when he presses a finger against my slick core. His fingertips tease the delicate folds, sending streaks of electricity through my body with each touch. When he slides one finger inside me, the final thread holding me together snaps.

I can feel myself coming apart at the seams. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never wanted to experience it until I met Zach. Now, all I can think about is more. Wanting more of this. Needing him to take me to the edge of this precipice I’m slowly climbing.


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