The Professor (Enemies to Lovers Book 3)

by Lila Kane

  Might as well keep up the mystery.

  Savannah dropped off his menu and his beer, then frowned. “Sorry.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I’m…” She sighed and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I’m sorry if I was…abrupt earlier today. I have a full weekend of shifts and I got a little snarky about the paper. Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean I need to take it out on you.”

  “I understand.” He leaned back in the seat. “When are you off tonight?”

  She checked her watch. “Twenty minutes. It’ll probably be the longest twenty minutes of my life, but at least I don’t have to work the night shift.”

  He tapped his menu, deciding to go for it. “Have dinner with me.”

  Her eyes narrowed.

  “Since you’re going to be busy this weekend with work, you’re going to have a tough time giving me the kind of paper I want. Have dinner with me, tell me your ideas, and we’ll reconsider the paper.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  She considered this for a minute, and then nodded. “Okay. Twenty minutes. You want to order now or wait?”

  “I’ll wait.”

  And he didn’t mind one bit. From his booth, he could watch her deliver more shots to the table in the corner. He could watch her long legs eat up the floor as she hurried back and forth. He could see that tight ass and the way her hair brushed her shoulder blades. When he found himself growing hard, he gritted his teeth and opened his menu.

  He was helping her out, doing her a favor. Nothing more.

  But when Savannah’s shift finally ended and she joined him, he realized she was doing him the favor. He hadn’t wanted to eat alone, and if he wasn’t getting any tonight—as his sex life had been nearly non-existent the last few months—he’d at least get the company of a beautiful woman.

  “Did you decide?” she asked, gesturing to his menu.

  “I thought I’d let you suggest something. You probably know what’s best.”

  She didn’t even touch the menu. “That I do. And a shot. I’m going to need one of those. Would you like a shot Professor Holmes? Sure you would,” she said before he could even answer.

  And to his amusement, she got up and got them herself. But when she returned, she had four shot glasses instead of two.

  “You’re going to need this,” she said, sitting down again, “because I’m about to blow your mind.”

  His dick went rock hard. She was already halfway there. Just the simple word “blow” on her lips had him practically drooling. How the hell was he supposed to make it through a whole meal if she kept saying stuff like that?

  Shots. He definitely needed those.

  Savannah lifted hers. “To literature.”

  He clinked his shot glass to hers with a laugh. “To literature.”

  He downed his shot, then went for the next one at the same time she did. Their hands brushed, and neither pulled back. Her fingers were long, slender, and the nails painted a sultry red. The same as her mouth.

  All he wanted right now was that fuck that mouth with his. To have her crying out his name as he licked her cunt. And now he had to talk about literature?

  Savannah broke contact first, tossing back the next shot.

  “Good thing you brought two each,” Davin said.

  “We might need more before the night is through.”

  “I’m in complete agreement for once.”

  Chapter 4

  ________________

  Savannah

  She knew she’d charmed him, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. She’d charmed him, blown him away with her ideas for the paper, and gotten him pretty close to wasted.

  “You’re giving me an A+ now, right?” Savannah asked.

  Professor Holmes grinned. “Yes. You deserve it.”

  “Good.” She slid to the edge of the booth and made sure her feet were steady beneath her before she stood. “Then I’d say tonight was a success.”

  She still wobbled a little when she straightened, and then laughed because Professor Holmes stood right away to help her and he wasn’t any steadier than her.

  “Are you leaving?” he asked.

  “It’s late—ish. I have to work tomorrow.”

  He wrapped his arm around her waist, surprising her. But she didn’t pull away.

  “At least you don’t have to worry about your paper now. Where are you parked?”

  She pointed. “Back lot.”

  “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  “It’s not necessary,” she said quickly, though she found she wanted that and more.

  Professor Holmes had been a perfect gentleman tonight. Sure, there’d been the slight brushing of fingertips, and more than once he’d let his gaze slid to her lips. Or lower. But it wasn’t like she wasn’t doing the same thing.

  Like Spence said, Professor Holmes was hot. And she had enough tequila in her now to want to say it. To want to do more.

  “Let me,” he told her. “It’s dark. I’d feel better.”

  She only nodded. When she reached the door and glanced back, she saw Spence make a gesture like he was jerking off, and she laughed.

  “Something funny?” he asked.

  She let him pull the door open for her. “Yes. This. This whole thing is funny.”

  He gripped her elbow as they walked around the corner of the bar to the lot in back. “You’re going to explain, right?”

  She reached into her purse for her keys. “This is funny because…Oops.”

  Her purse spilled on the ground, her keys rolling out onto the pavement. She went for them the same time Professor Holmes did. His elbow hit her cheek and she gasped.

  “Damn it.” Davin stood, hauled her to her feet and nudged her back so she was leaning against the door of her car. “You okay?”

  She touched her cheek. “Yes.”

  He narrowed his eyes, looking at it in the low glow of a streetlamp. He brushed his thumb over her skin, making her stomach quiver. “I hope that doesn’t bruise.”

  “I’m tough. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

  “Tough.” He laughed. “Don’t I know it?” He pointed his finger at her. “Stay right there.”

  She did as he said, not moving as he retrieved her keys and stood in front of her again.

  “Thanks,” she breathed. The whole world was tilting around her, and it was all she could do to stay standing. “I can’t drive.”

  “Me either.”

  He stuffed the keys in her purse and then set his hands on either side of her, boxing her in against the car. “What are we going to do about that?”

  “A…cab? Walk? Actually, I’m not too far.”

  “I don’t want you to walk by yourself.”

  “It’s…” She could imagine him walking her home, walking her into her tiny apartment, turning to her in the darkness…sliding his hand under her shirt… “I don’t know.”

  “Tell me what you mean. Why this is so funny?”

  “It’s funny because…” She tried to remember, and then it hit her. “It’s funny because I hate you. No—no, don’t look at me like that. I mean, I used to hate you.”

  “And now?” he asked.

  “I…” Why did it suddenly feel like there was glue in her mouth? Like she was twelve years old again and trying to tell Tommy Burns how cute he was. “I don’t hate you.”

  His eyes dropped to her lips again, and this time she leaned in. He didn’t hesitate when she made the move, only captured her mouth with his. His body pressed her back against her car. She felt his cock against her hip and she groaned, her pussy throbbing.

  “Professor—”

  “Davin,” he murmured, lips running along her jaw. When she only blinked up at him, he met her eyes. “Say it.”

  “Davin.”

  His hands clenched on her hips, his long fingers sliding into the waistband of her jeans. “Fuck. I want you so bad.”

  Her lips parted, and it was all she could to
do stop herself from jumping into the back of the car right there and ripping off his pants. As it was, they were standing in the middle of a parking lot, hands all over each other.

  She gripped his arms, surprised at how toned he was underneath his shirt. Underneath the cover of Professor. He was just a regular man, a man who was so hard against her hip, she didn’t know how he managed to keep from exploding.

  His tongue massaged hers. He nipped her lip and she felt it right in her clit. God, she wanted his hands all over her. In her. And then she wanted to see him naked, wanting, before he plunged into her.

  Davin’s hands slid across her stomach and up to her breasts, where she wore a lacy bra. One of her favorites. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, once, twice, and then pressed his cock into her harder.

  “This…” She heard him swallow. “Damn it, Savannah. We’re in the middle of a parking lot.”

  She exhaled, trying to get her mind to clear. The pulsing need in her body was making that difficult. “I know.”

  He tipped his forehead against hers, and it only turned her on more that he was struggling not to lose it right there. “Your house—you said it was close by.”

  She nodded. “It is.”

  He backed up, letting air pass between them. She congratulated herself for not jumping him right there. “Let’s go there.”

  Breathless, she answered, “Okay.”

  “Now.”

  She oriented herself, turning to the side of the parking lot. She spotted three guys she knew from school and they waved.

  “Hey, Savannah! Party time. You should come. And bring your—oh, sorry. I didn’t recognize you.” The guy who’d waved at her laughed. “Professor Holmes? Hey.”

  Davin pocketed his hands, pulling his pants away from his body. Savannah could still see his gigantic bulge, still see the barely restrained need in his eyes.

  “Hey,” Davin answered. “No party for me tonight, thanks.”

  They laughed again and continued to walk away. Once they were gone, Savannah shook her head. The space from Davin, coupled with the realization that she was a student, just like those guys who’d walked by, sobered her quickly.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “It was the tequila.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  His jaw clenched. “It wasn’t just you. It was me, too. I wanted you. Still do.”

  Her heart raced out of control, but she forced herself to shake her head. She couldn’t do this—not after the tequila, not without thinking. He was a teacher!

  “I’m sorry, Dav—I mean, Professor Holmes. I need to go.”

  “I’ll walk you.”

  She held out her hands. “Don’t. Please, just…don’t.”

  He looked like he was going to argue, so she crossed her arms and walked by him. “See you in class on Monday.”

  Chapter 5

  ________________

  Davin

  He did his best to keep his eyes off of her throughout class the next week. After he’d gotten home, after he’d sobered up, after he’d taken a cold shower to get his dick to cooperate, he’d finally realized she’d done the right thing.

  She’d walked away.

  And damn, it’d stomped on his ego at the time, but it was the right thing?

  Right?

  Davin sat at his desk in his office, staring at the grades he’d updated on his computer. He’d raised Savannah’s to an A+ for her paper—she’d earned it—and she was officially at the top of his class.

  He chuckled to himself to take the edge off. She’d definitely earned it. He’d been halfway drunk, but he remembered her matter-of-fact tone when she explained her paper. All the things that had been missing. And all in her passionate tequila-tinged voice.

  Shit, shit, shit. The last thing he’d wanted was for things to end the way they had. They were mature adults—this didn’t to have to be complicated.

  Davin reached into his refrigerator for a soda, found he’d run out, and cursed again. Fuck. He couldn’t stop thinking about Savannah without getting hard—the rest of his day might as well suck as bad.

  He snagged change from the bowl in his top drawer, extras he kept for situations like this and walked to his office door. He whipped it open and froze.

  “Savannah,” he said, voice rough.

  She stood there, looking unsure, looking like she’d been about to knock but hadn’t been able to make herself follow through with it.

  “Am I interrupting?” She tried to peer into the office.

  “No. I finished with my last meeting thirty minutes ago.”

  “Uh…” She cleared her throat, her usual confidence gone. “Can I come in?”

  He stepped aside and let her into the office. He started to shut the door, changed his mind, and left it halfway open.

  What the hell was she doing here? And looking guilty like that? Shit. She wasn’t going to pull some aggressive teacher assault bullshit, was she?

  No—he didn’t think that was her style.

  “Can I help you with something?” he asked.

  She didn’t sit, but instead perched herself on the edge of his desk while he kept his place by the door. “I saw you changed my grade.”

  “You deserved it.”

  “Even though I walked off on you?”

  His jaw clenched. “I told you. You deserved it. I don’t play games like that. I can keep my personal life separate from my professional life.”

  She nodded. “I believe you. You just proved it.”

  “Good. Anything else?”

  Her eyes flicked to the door, then did a quick scan of his body. He felt the blood rush to his groin. “I think so.”

  “I told you, I don’t play games, Savannah. I’ll tell you what I want, and you can decide if that’s what you want, too.”

  She licked her lips, making his dick jerk. “What do you want?”

  “You. Here. Now.”

  When she exhaled, he knew her response before she gave it. “That’s what I want, too.”

  Davin closed the door, locked it, and then walked to the windows and made sure the blinds were shut tight.

  When he finally turned to her again, she’d straightened and set her bag on the ground. He dropped the change on his desk, pulled off his glasses, and reached her in three long strides. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in haphazard curls that begged to be tugged.

  But he kept it gentle, wrapping a finger around one of the ends. “I saw you looking at me in class today.”

  “I couldn’t help it,” she murmured. “When you talk Keats it turns me on.”

  He grinned. “My kind of student.”

  “My kind of teacher.”

  He jerked her against his body, rough and fast, loving the catch of her breath and how hard her nipples went beneath her thin shirt. Then he devoured her mouth, licking deep inside and massaging her tongue with his.

  She drove him on with her quiet moan. Her hands began to roam, running over his pecks and his arms, on the outside of his jacket.

  He yanked it off and tossed it over a chair, only breaking away long enough for her to start to unbutton her shirt as well. He knocked her hands aside.

  “Let me,” he murmured.

  The shirt was silky, nearly see through, but he still needed to see what was underneath. He undid the buttons one by one while her heart raced out of control, and then exposed the lacy black bra she wore. No doubt she had matching panties—Savannah seemed like the kind of woman who did everything deliberately.

  He slid the shirt off her shoulders and then slipped her skirt off her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Savannah reached for him, but he only smiled and caught her hands in his.

  “Patience,” he said.

  He kissed her hard, trapping her hands between their bodies. She shivered.

  “Davin…”

  The sound of his name on her lips had his erection growing even longer in his slacks. He released he
r to take off his clothes, hardly noticing the sound of students walking in the hall outside of the room. All he could see was the woman before him, clad in sexy underwear and already growing wet for him. All he could hear was her heavy panting, and he hadn’t even put his cock in her yet.

  Davin watched her eyes drop to his dick, watched her lips part, and his composure broke. He grabbed a handful of her underwear and ripped it off like it was piece of paper before undoing the latch on her bra. Once her breasts were exposed, he took one taut nipple in his mouth. He nipped at the peak, making her body tighten, and then reached to grip her ass.

  He hauled her hard against his body so his dick could press into her stomach. So she could feel the pre-cum leaking from the head. She reached up, hands squeezing her breasts, and he almost came right there.

  “Always so eager,” he said with a grin. “That’s one thing we have to learn as professors—to always be patient.”

  “But I need you.”

  “It’ll be worth it,” he said. “I promise.”

  Chapter 6

  ________________

  Savannah

  How could he take his time when her body was screaming to have him in her? To have that release she knew only he could give?

  Davin assaulted her mouth again, making those thoughts vanish. His body was warm, all hard lines and strong muscles. His cock was huge, curving up to her abdomen. All she knew was that she wanted her lips on it. She wanted him to fuck her mouth until he came, until his knees buckled like she swore hers were going to.

  He nudged her back on the desk, crawling over the top of her body and forcing her to lie flat on the surface. His lips skimmed her cheeks, her neck, her breasts…and then travelled down the triangle of hair over her clit. His tongue flicked in and out, making her body jerk. The change he’d set on the desk fell to the floor with a tinkle.

  “You’re so fucking wet.”

  She could feel it, her arousal leaking down her legs, onto the desk. Her clit throbbed and her nipples hardened even tighter. When he licked inside of her, heat on heat, her back arched off the desk.

  “You’re so hot, baby, come for me,” Davin said.