She panted heavily, her brows drawing together as she continued staring at me. “That’s never happened to me before,” she said, regarding me carefully.
I tilted my head. She had to be joking. “No one’s ever gone down on you?”
“No, of course they have,” she said. “That’s not what I meant. But it’s never made me come before.”
How was that even possible? She was so responsive. Everything I needed to know to make her come was written in her moans and her little movements. And yet…I couldn’t ignore the small thrill I got from knowing I was her first.
Whatever hope I’d had for self-control shattered with her admission. I wanted her. I wanted her badly. Something deep inside told me that desire wasn’t going to subside after our one weekend. But hell, I was willing to try.
Chapter 11
Hazel
It’s just one weekend. It’s just one weekend…
I repeated the mantra over and over in my head. And I would keep repeating it until I believed it in my heart. With the way his eyes were locked onto me, intense and sexy, I wasn’t sure he believed it either.
Our attraction to each other and the obstacles in our way were bad enough when we were simply teacher and student. But now? Now that I was the lead in his workshop? An intensive with Reid Bradley that all the women in our class were clambering over each other to get? I would be ruined if this got out. My reputation, or whatever was left of it, would be shattered.
My limbs were trembling as waves of pleasure rolled down my body like aftershocks following an earthquake. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was completely naked, and he was…not. He still had on the undershirt and pants from last night.
I wiggled against my bed and tried to pull the sheet over me, but Reid caught me, seeming to know immediately what I was doing…how I was feeling.
“Hey.” He cupped my jaw, tilting my gaze back to his. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
Those jitters were instantly muted as he stared intensely into my eyes and I sucked in a sharp breath as the aftershocks of my orgasm dissipated, leaving behind an entirely different sensation. It felt like my limbs were beneath water.
I swallowed, and instead of reaching to cover myself up more, I tugged his undershirt over his head, tossing it to the side. I gasped at the sight of his bare torso. He had now seen me without clothes on more than one occasion, but this was the first time I’d truly gotten a glimpse of his body. I sat up and admired him as he continued to strip, pushing his pants to the floor. I swallowed another gasp as they slid down his muscular thighs and my eyes met his heavy cock, thick and hard and jutting out toward me, a single, swollen vein running along the top.
I licked my lips, slowly raking my gaze up his body until I met his eyes once more, lifting my brow playfully. “Professor Reid Bradley goes commando?” I whispered and it was far throatier than I intended.
Lust slammed through my body despite the fact that I’d just come. I was in awe over the amount of strength and power packed into his chest and arms. He didn’t look overly ripped when hidden beneath his clothes, but now, in the flesh? He was pure, hard muscle. Everything from his thick shoulders down to his washboard abs with grooves that I easily could have strummed like the strings of a guitar.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked, chuckling.
“You have no idea.”
He climbed over me, that tight body of his inches away, and I lifted my palms, brushing them down the strong curves of his biceps. As I got more confident, I stroked his muscles harder until finally, I scraped my nails down his back, landing at his ass and pulling his body flush against me.
We both moaned with the contact as his mouth fell to mine, tongue plunging between my lips. His swollen cock pressed against my clit and nestled into the folds of my pussy while I rocked against his length, now wet with my arousal.
He tore his mouth from our kiss, a groan wrenched from his throat as he threw his head back. The sounds of the city outside my window muted. The room grew darker, and everything faded away except for Reid and me. And this moment. With the morning sunlight streaming in through my lace curtains, edging over his sharp, chiseled jaw, I studied his face. The angle of his strong nose and high cheekbones. Sharp green eyes that fell heavily closed when he was reveling in pleasure.
He was literally breathtaking—so intensely handsome that I was worried I might suffocate.
His hand scooped into my hair, lifting my head to his, and our noses brushed, pausing before he kissed me slowly. Gently. I whimpered as his tongue slid against mine, growing hungrier, firmer, and faster.
“Condom,” he whispered. “We need a condom now.” We were in a fury of lust and hands and limbs and lips. Without removing my tongue from his neck, I reached over to my nightstand, clumsily, and yanked out a condom from the pack in the top drawer that had been sitting there collecting dust for months.
He took it from me, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and in one quick movement, sheathed his cock.
As he positioned himself at my entrance, my throat felt thick and I dug my nails into his shoulders, gripping them hard as I trembled and panted, awaiting the feel of him inside me. Without him, I suddenly felt empty. Incomplete. Hollow. Oh, God, please…I inwardly begged.
Then, he thrust inside of me. My back arched off the bed with the movement and we groaned in unison as my knees trembled. He buried himself to the hilt, impossibly deep, stretching me, filling me.
He paused only for a moment, waiting for my acknowledgment that I was okay. Which I gave him by curling my legs around his waist and digging my heels against his ass, urging him to move inside of me.
He took the hint, and with a hiss through his clenched teeth, he fucked me, thrusting and slamming in rapid movements.
Oh my God. Stars appeared in my vision as I tilted my head back, my tits bouncing against the fast, slick rhythm he set. I forgot how delicious being fucked could be.
His cock stroked me from the inside as his hands explored my body, pinching, squeezing, circling all my most intimate areas.
It shouldn’t have felt this good—but God, it did.
Then he braced his body weight on one arm while the other gripped my hip tightly. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Let me see how you play with your clit when you think about me.”
His eyes locked onto mine, and I gave him a naughty smile. As his punishing thrusts grew faster, more erratic, I dragged my hand down between my breasts, over my stomach until I reached my clit.
I circled myself, the sensation almost too intense…too much to take with his thick length stretching me to my brink. Gasping, I bit my bottom lip to try to stop it from trembling. His gaze never left my face, studying me intensely. Worshipping me with those gorgeous green eyes of his.
“Fuck me,” he groaned.
The pressure inside me built, and if I didn’t come soon, I thought I might explode. “I’m going to…” I tried to get it out, but the words shattered somewhere along the way from my throat to my tongue.
He was pounding harder, faster now as my head fell back, my climax overtaking my body, making my legs straighten and my spine curve off the bed, pressing my breasts against the coarse hair on his chest. Above me, Reid went rigid as his movement became erratic, jerking harder and deeper than before. He groaned, his head falling between his shoulders, his mouth landing at my neck, nibbling as he continued grinding into me as his release slowed.
We both lay there, panting. Sweaty. Spent. Satiated.
After our orgasms, I became suddenly very aware of my nudity. My chest heaved with each labored breath, and beside me, I heard his panting as well. My mind was racing, barely able to process what the fuck we had just done.
Professor Bradley was naked. In my bed. Beside me.
My body flushed hot and I reached for my blanket, tugging at the corner to cover myself as Reid’s hand clamped down over mine. “Don’t you dare,” he whispered, a hint of a smile edging the corners of his mouth. “If we only
get the weekend, I’m not wasting any second of it with you covered.”
He rolled over on top of me again, pinning me both with his body…and with his gaze.
“Does that mean we aren’t leaving this apartment all weekend?”
“Oh no,” he said. “I’m taking you out for a proper date. Dinner. Maybe brunch this morning and next. A little shopping, perhaps.”
I lifted a brow. “And you plan on doing all this without getting seen by any other students?” I lived right near the university… chances of us laying low all weekend while out in public were slim. We had already pushed our luck last night.
He gave me a small smile. “Trust me. I’m not going to risk anything or get us in trouble.”
My head fell back against my pillow as I stared into his eyes. With that simple gaze, we plowed past every obstacle that might have been in our way. I could feel it. In me…in him. He was just as thrown off by this, by us, as I was. We weren’t teacher and student right now. We were man and woman. I truly wasn’t sure I would ever forget this moment. Nor did I want to. I wanted to bask in this feeling, in this warm glow of comfort and adoration, and pretend that it was okay and that I could have this forever if I wanted.
Because I did want that. I wasn’t so naive to think that I loved him. Not after one night together. But what I was feeling extended beyond lust. He was the kind of man that I could lose myself in, for better or worse. The kind of man I would weep over. The kind of man who could wreck me or heal me, depending on his actions.
I swallowed and his gaze slanted to my throat, following the movement. “What are you thinking?” he asked before dipping his mouth to kiss the center of my throat.
Just say it, I thought. Tell him what you’re thinking. Because the truth of the matter was that he had buried himself so far under my skin, I didn’t know that I could ever dig him out of my system. I desperately wanted more than just this weekend.
He blinked, tilting his head to examine my face. Shit, I was taking too long to answer. I opened my mouth, readying the words. But somewhere along the way, I chickened out.
“I’m thinking that now every time I touch myself, I’ll be thinking of you.” Sex. I always used sex as my cop out. I used it to avoid talking about my feelings. My desires. Hell, I even used it in my fucking career as a cop-out, becoming a burlesque dancer instead of pursuing musical theater. Because I knew it was a distraction. My body was a distraction. Sex was a distraction. “Will that drive you wild?” I asked, sliding my body out from under his to sit up. He countered my movement, sitting back on his haunches and staring at me, his eyes darkening. “Knowing that here…in this bed…” I slowly spread my legs wide, offering him a view of my pussy. “Every night…” I drifted my hand down my torso until I was circling my fingers over my swollen, needy clit. “I will be touching myself thinking of you?”
He groaned, his face shifting to something primal and dark. “Show me,” he demanded, reaching beyond me and grabbing another condom from my nightstand drawer. After sheathing himself again, he fisted his now erect cock once more as his eyes steeled onto my fingers tracing circles around my clit.
He stroked himself from root to tip, gripping himself so firmly that his knuckles had blanched. I didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened or the flare of color that flushed across his face as he watched me touch myself. My hips churned as arousal flooded my body and mind, pushing away my unwanted thoughts from earlier.
I was getting close. Sweat was working its way out of my pores. My breasts jiggled as I sped my movements, thrusting my hips in little pulses. “Please,” I begged him. “I need you inside of me.” I wanted to feel his thick length deep in my center and milk his dick of every last drop.
“Not yet,” he grunted, stroking himself harder, faster, the head of his cock red and plump and begging for my mouth or pussy. I’d be happy with either. “Tell me when you’re going to come,” he added. “And open your eyes when you do.”
I cried out, not wanting to come with this hollowness inside of me, but unable to deny him what he wanted. I wanted to do what he said. It turned me on even more. I writhed on the bed, thrashing from side to side as my orgasm drew closer, clawing up my spine and into my gut. “N-now,” I managed to say and forced my eyes to meet his through my web of thick, black lashes.
He thrust inside of me against the convulsing, spasming orgasm contracting inside of me. The thick intrusion sent my orgasm into overdrive. I cried out, my voice shrill, but I maintained eye contact. Locked in his eyes as he shuddered from within me, groaning as he came a second time.
Even as he lowered to kiss me, our eyes stayed open. On each other. Like we were each too afraid to blink for fear that this might not be real. That it might be over.
I felt his stare like static dancing down my flesh. Like electricity surging down my spine. His taste. His moans. His hard, thick muscles. His mouth parted and he looked stunned, like someone had sucker-punched him.
Hell, so much for sex being a distraction. If anything, sex only shone a spotlight on what we both clearly wanted and couldn’t have. How do we let this go, now that we’d had a taste?
Chapter 12
Hazel
I stood in my bathroom, slipping earrings on and holding my hair up, staring at my reflection. Hair up? Or down? What was sexier? Or more importantly, what would Reid find sexier tonight?
He’d been very coy about the plans for tonight. We spent the day mostly in my apartment. He went out and got us bagels for breakfast and we stayed inside watching Broadway HD for hours. And all I knew about tonight was that he had arranged something special. Something that he promised me wouldn’t get us caught or in trouble. Then, after rummaging around in my closet, he chose a red dress, placing it on my bed with a wink.
I poked my head out of the bathroom to find him standing in the kitchen with the cupboard wide open. My jaw went slack and I took an extra breath to stare at him. God, he was gorgeous. The man could rock a suit like no one I’d ever seen before.
“What do you think?” I asked. “Hair up? Or down?”
His attention darted over to me, eyes brightening as he slowly dragged his gaze from my toes up the entire length of my body. I could feel that look as sure as though it was his finger being dragged along my heated flesh. “No matter what you do, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I rolled my eyes, unable to help the smile that crept along my face. I’d been called a lot of things in my life… usually people commented that I was sexy or hot. Or the worst was the frat boys who called me hawt with an ‘aw’ for the spelling. Not many people looked at me like Reid did. “That didn’t really answer my question,” I said.
“I already chose the dress,” Reid said. “You choose the hair. You really can’t go wrong.” He turned his attention back to my cupboard, brows creasing.
“What are you looking for?”
“I was going to make tea,” he said.
“You drink tea?” I reached beyond him, pushing aside a few boxes of Mac & Cheese and pulled down my assortment of teas.
“Not usually, but I know you usually have a tea in the afternoons and evenings.”
I felt stunned by his observation. “How do you know that?”
He shrugged nonchalantly and flipped through the tea bags in my tin box. “You always get one at the student center before you leave for the day.”
“And you see that? Every day?”
“Well, I don’t see it every day. But I’ve noticed it more than once.” He turned to me, holding up two teabags. “Jasmine or Chai?”
I flicked my finger against the jasmine. “Jasmine, please. So, wait—”
“What I didn’t know was your love for Mac and Cheese. Holy shit, Hazel. I knew you liked ramen because you usually pack it for lunch, but…”
I pulled back, half-giddy and half-unnerved by how closely he paid attention to the minute details of my life. “Jesus Christ, how close do you watch me?”
Reid filled my tea kett
le, turning it on before spinning to face me, his expression serious. “You pack a cup of noodles in the outside pouch of your bag every day, Hazel. I don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to notice that and to also pick up on the fact that you order tea in the evenings when I also happen to be at the cafe getting myself a latte. I’ll admit…I pay attention to details of things that interest me. And you interest me. Even when you shouldn’t have, you did.”
I swallowed, still not quite sure what my feelings were about this situation. I wasn’t used to the spotlight… even though I craved it. And in Reid’s presence? Not only was I in the spotlight, but he was the one directing that light directly onto me. Even as a burlesque dancer, even though I was center stage, no one was really watching me. Not closely. I could be anyone up there as long as I shook my tits and ass. “Can you see how this looks from my perspective? It’s a little unnerving,” I admitted honestly.
He nodded slowly. “I could see how it would look to a stranger. But you know me now. I’m not some stalker watching you with binoculars. Being observant is what makes me a good director. It’s how I show people I care and that’s not something I plan on changing about myself.” Reid took a deep breath in through his nose before adding, “But if it makes you uncomfortable, just say the word. I can leave. Give you some space—”
“No,” I said quickly, taking a step toward him. “That’s not what I want.”
His emerald eyes searched mine. “So what do you want?”
The silence filled the space between us as I stood there with nothing to say. What did I want? That was the question I’d been asking myself for the better part of a year and yet, still didn’t have an answer.
The tea kettle whistled, a loud shrieking sound that made me jump and sliced through the terse quiet of the room. He turned, pouring the hot water over the bag of jasmine tea.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I repeated as he turned his attention away from me and onto the cup of tea. Somehow, this was easier to say without him looking at me so intensely. “I just need you to understand, I’m not used to being the center of attention all the time. Not even just for one person.” Hell, I hadn’t even been the center of attention in my own family. My parents had full-time jobs and three kids.
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