He licked his lips. "Well, when you were leaving earlier, it occurred to me that maybe we had more to talk about.”
“Something you couldn’t talk to me about downstairs?”
He took her hand and tugged her into the shadows. When he bracketed her against a shelf with both arms, she swallowed hard. Why did he smell so good? It made it impossible to think with him around.
"We could go back downstairs and talk about how you’ve been hearing everything in the shower. You want me to discuss that around your study buds? You want me talking about how you can hear me and what I’ve been saying?
Her face went up in proverbial flames. She was probably a lovely shade of lobster right now. “Oh geez, you know?”
“Well, I figured it out after you went to shower in my bathroom and you wouldn’t look at me.”
She covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God. Do we have to talk about this?”
He worked his jaw. "You’ve been hearing me every day.”
"Not every day. Just, you know, the days when you're in the shower and I’m in the room." She shifted her gaze away.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You made it clear you didn’t like me, and you had zero expectations on us being friends. So what was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, I’ve been hearing you jack off in the shower. Do you need a hand with that?’”
He dropped his head. “Fuck. That might well have killed me. I've been trying for three weeks to keep my hands to myself. And I’m obviously failing. I kissed you in the kitchen that time, and that's only made it worse. It's like getting my hands on you is all I can think about. I thought last night was because you were wasted. But I kinda get the feeling you want me too. Like you were looking for a little liquid courage."
"I–I–I–" what she supposed to say to that? "I don't remember exactly what happened last night, but I feel like you kept stopping me from doing anything too crazy."
"Yeah. I did. You were wasted. You kissed me. And I kissed you back. I stopped there, though. When I'm with someone, I want them to know they’re with me."
“Well, thanks, I guess."
He ran his hand through his hair. "Jesus, Natalie. What kind of guys have you dated where you thank someone for meeting the baseline of decency?”
“You don't want to know.”
“Shit, you’re right. I don’t. Somehow knowing that you could hear me in the shower is like the hottest thing in the world. What I do want to know is if you’re climbing walls nearly as badly as I am? Because I can't think of anything else right now. It's difficult to study. I'm fucking distracted at work."
"I'm distracting you?"
He bit his bottom lip and nodded. "Yes. How the fuck can you not know that?"
"I don't know… I just, well look at you. You can have pretty much any woman you want."
"Right now you're the woman who’s been occupying my headspace. Your fucking cardigans been driving me batshit since I met you."
"My cardigans?"
"Yes. Sometimes when you button just the top one, I sit there praying that your tits will pop that last button. I can't seem to get you out of my head."
Natalie shifted on her feet. "So what are we supposed to do about it?"
His hot gaze met hers, and butterflies fluttered somewhere low in her belly.
"I'm fucking tired of fighting."
As he leaned closer, Natalie held her breath. "Trevor, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you now, Natalie. If you don't want me to, now's the time to say so."
She knew what would happen when he kissed her. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop. That they wouldn't be able to stop. When his lips met hers, they would both be giving in to everything they’d wanted since she moved in with him. But she didn't stop him. Instead she tipped her chin up.
"Well, if you’re going to kiss me, I suggest you make it good."
Trevor smirked. "You might as well hand me your panties now. You won’t need them when I'm done with you.”
All Trevor wanted to do was touch her. Just get a small taste before he stopped. Can you stop? Can you stop what’s happening? The truth was, he didn't know. Because right now, she tasted like heaven.
They were in a public place. This could only go so far. But he’d been on edge for weeks. And he needed just a small taste.
Sliding his hands up the nape of her neck, he gently stroked her cheek as he kissed her. Why did she taste so good? There was a hint of sweetness to her lips that reminded him of the strawberries she always smelled like.
Every stroke of his tongue was met with one of hers and sent a shiver through him. He growled low and picked her up to get easier access. Bonus; that little move made her wrap her legs around him. Extra bonus; that also lined his cock up to her sweet center.
When Natalie rolled her hips, she slid right over his rock hard erection, making him groan. With every gasp and moan, she silently pleaded for more. And he wanted to give it to her.
The angel on his shoulder warned him of where they were. You’re in public, you can’t do this.
But the devil was riding him and telling him all the things he wanted to hear. Just give her one orgasm then you can walk away. Then you can stop. In his lust-fogged brain, this sounded like a fantastic idea.
He dragged his lips from hers and kissed along her jaw, then nuzzled her neck. “You smell fucking incredible.” Why couldn’t he think? He needed to stop this madness, and then he would take her home, and bury himself in her for the rest of the night. And probably the next morning.
But the devil won.
When he moved his hand up her thigh, his fingers met the edge of her panties and they were soaked. Jesus. His dick throbbed and he gritted his teeth against the wave of lust. Take. Taste. Mark.
He slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties, rolling this thumb over her clit. Her whole body shook and she threw her head back.
With a low, muttered curse she planted one leg on the shelf of the opposite bookcase. She tore her lips from his and groaned. "Oh my God Trevor. Yes… right… there.”
He watched her face carefully as he rubbed a slow gentle circle over her clit. Her mouth hung open as she worked her hips into his touch. Jesus, she was beautiful. He wanted more from her. Carefully, he added a finger. Slowly sliding inside her with a gentle retreat. Natalie bit her bottom lip.
“You are so soft,” he whispered, adding a second finger. Her eyes popped open and she blinked rapidly but he didn't gentle the caress. But it wasn’t until he curved his fingers and found that bundle of nerves inside, pressing gently, that she broke apart.
He dropped his forehead to hers. “That’s it Natalie. Give it to me.” And he stroked her inside over and over again.
"Trevor–Jesus. I'm going…" she bowed her body and he watched in awe while her pussy clamped around his fingers. Oh yeah. This is what he wanted to see. Natalie open and completely out of control. He fucking loved it. He wanted to make her do it again.
Gently easing his fingers from her, he brought them to his lips. She tasted incredible. “When we get back to the apartment, I want to do this properly. I’m going to make you come with nothing but my tongue.”
“I want more.” She was far from done with him and reached for his belt buckle.
Trevor shook his head. "Natalie. You're playing with fire."
"So only you get to tease and torture me? I don’t get to do the same to you?"
"You touch my dick, and I'm not waiting until we get home."
"Good.” Natalie slid her hands inside his jeans, and Trevor was lost. Her delicate fingers wrapped around him and then she pumped once. Twice. The third time his knees buckled.
He choked out, “You think I don't want to come?"
“I want to watch you, too.” She flushed. “I’ve been picturing you in the shower.”
Where in the world had she been hiding his whole life? "I love how you think. We need to get home."
"No we don't. You bro
ught me up here. Are you up for an adventure, Trevor?"
Shit. Was he ever. Between her words, the need he saw in her eyes, and the way her thumb stroked over the tip of his cock and then gently stroked the underside of the tip, he couldn't wait. With shaking hands, he dug in his back pocket for his wallet and fumbled for a condom. When he found it, he tossed the wallet to the ground, and let his jeans fall off his hips slightly.
He had himself sheathed in seconds, all the while his gaze never left hers. Through clenched teeth he asked, "You sure you want this?"
Natalie nodded. "I need it.”
He cupped her ass, lifting her until he nudged her gently before kissing her again. He guided his cock to her slick, heated core. Oh fuck. If he did this, she would own him. A part of him still rebelled against that, but he didn't give a fuck.
Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she locked onto his gaze again and relaxed.
The second she did that, he sank deep and they both hissed. Shit. His eyes crossed. He was never leaving. She pulsed around him and he swore he was could stay inside Natalie forever.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, and his name was a whisper on her tongue. With each slide and retreat, Trevor’s knees weakened. Natalie placed her hand above her using one of the shelves for more leverage as he made love to her.
His gaze occasionally dipped to where they were joined, watching his cock slide in and out of her. When she arched her back, he dipped his head to draw one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Trevor. Yes. Harder. Oh God. Oh my God."
Against her nipple he muttered. "Quiet, sweetheart, this is a library."
Her response was to tug on his hair, and he couldn’t help the soft chuckle. He loved the sounds she made, but this was risky as fuck and they were going to get caught.
When they were home, he’d focus on her breasts. He had plans for them. He wanted to take his time licking them, kissing them, biting them, fucking them.
When he felt the quiver of her pussy around his dick he knew she was close. He snapped his hips and her eyes went wide. To help her along, he worked a hand between them, and found her sensitive clit. His first touch was gentle, but then he stroked more firmly.
"That's it. Come for me. I'm already a little addicted to the sight."
Trevor’s eyes crossed as her slick walls clamped around his dick and milked him. Jesus Christ. So tight. She felt so good. With three more pumps, he was coming apart as his control fell away.
All that was left of him in the end were the shattered pieces she left. He felt stripped bare as he clutched onto her.
Another orgasm rolled through her and she tightened around him once more. By that point, all he could do was groan as she rode out the wave.
Holy fuck. He was keeping her. He was definitely keeping her. "You, Natalie, are naughty."
She grinned at him. "That is the first time anyone has ever called me naughty."
He kissed her softly. “Why don't you go get your stuff and I’ll walk you home so we can do this properly?"
"Yeah, I'll just –"
Somewhere down the hall they heard a voice call out, "Nat? Are you in here?”
Her face flushed crimson and she whispered. "Oh my God, Alex. He texted me that he was going to be late."
Fuck him. He eased out of her and helped her quickly readjust her clothes. "Go. Hurry. I'll wait to walk you home."
She hesitated. "Are you sure?"
Hell yeah. He was still half hard. "Yeah, I’m sure. We’re sure as shit not done.”
"I'm pretty sure, my hair looks like I’ve been freshly fucked.”
Trevor grinned. "Good. Besides, you're gorgeous to me. Now go before your friend finds you with my dick back inside you. Because if you keep looking me like that, I'm going to fuck you again."
Her pupils dilated like she wanted him to do just that. But instead, she scooted out of the shelves and called out, "Alex, I'm down here. I’m headed down."
As her footsteps echoed further away down the hall, Trevor took care of the condom and adjusted his clothes. When he leaned against the stacks, he let his body sag.
Holy fuck. What the hell was he doing?
Eight
Natalie felt like she was floating. It was stupid to feel like everything in her life was instantly brighter and better just because of some hot sex, but there it was. She wasn’t too proud to admit that Trevor had rocked her world. Her skin was tingling and she was smiling like a fool.
Nothing could bring her down.
Until they reached the apartment and she saw her Aunt Patty waiting out front. As soon as her aunt turned around, Natalie knew instantly that something was very, very wrong.
“Aunt Patty! What are you doing here?”
Once she got closer, Natalie gasped. Her aunt’s eyes were red and swollen.
“There you are. I’ve been calling and calling.” Aunt Patty clasped her in a tight hug and she could feel the older woman trembling. “Uncle Sidney is in the hospital. He had a heart attack.”
Natalie covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh no. I’m so sorry, Aunt Patty. My phone was off.” She glanced over at Trevor, sure her guilt was written all over her face. Her aunt had needed her while she was getting busy with him in the university library.
“I left once they told me they had to do some more tests just to grab a few clothes. Sidney insisted. You know how he hates for me to hover over him.” Her aunt twisted her wedding ring around her finger. “I just need to go home quickly.”
“Of course, I’ll go with you.”
Trevor’s hand landed on the small of her back and Natalie was grateful for the connection.
He said, “I’ll drive you to pick up your things and then back to the hospital.”
Aunt Patty smiled tremulously. “You don’t have to do that, Trevor.”
“No, I want to. You shouldn’t be driving right now when you’re upset.”
Somehow, in that cajoling way of his, Trevor managed to convince Aunt Patty to allow Natalie to pack a bag for her so she could make calls to the rest of their family. Natalie packed several changes of clothes, her aunt’s toiletries on the bathroom counter, and a nightgown and slippers. She could only hope she hadn’t missed anything vital. Her eyes landed on the large pair of slippers next to her aunt’s bed. She closed her eyes and prayed that her Uncle Sidney would be all right. Natalie didn’t want to think about the alternative.
“Okay, I think I got everything.”
“I’m sure it’s fine, my dear.” Her aunt rested a gentle hand over hers. “Thank you for that. And thank you, Trevor, for driving. You were right. I wouldn’t have been safe driving alone.”
“Anything for you, Professor.”
Aunt Patty chuckled. “I think you’re safe calling me Patty by now.”
Trevor looked in the rearview mirror before pulling away from the curb. “Not a chance. You’re still the same intimidating, kick-ass professor I met on my first day of college.”
That made her aunt smile, and in that moment Natalie wished she could lean over the seat and kiss him.
At the hospital, she and Trevor took seats in the waiting room while her aunt went to check on her uncle’s status. About ten minutes later, she came back to lead them to his room. As soon as she saw her uncle sitting up in bed looking hale and hearty, Natalie burst instantly into tears.
“Now what’s all this? Pat, what have you been telling our girl? Did she think I was dead or something?” Sidney asked.
“Oh Sidney! Don’t talk like that.”
Her aunt swatted him on the arm playfully but Natalie could tell that she was just as happy to see him looking so well. The light blue hospital gown did him no favors, and his salt and pepper hair was standing on end in all directions, but he had all the usual spunk of her favorite uncle.
Natalie wiped her face. “I’m just being silly, of course. It just hit me that we hadn’t had a chance to have dinner yet.”
Sidney smiled in understanding. “Afraid I
’d kick the bucket before you had a chance to see me again?” He held open his arms so Natalie could hug him. “Not a chance, little missy. I plan to be around for a long time.”
“You’d better be.” Her aunt’s words were soft and heartfelt. She clasped Sidney’s hand and kissed him.
Natalie suddenly felt like she was intruding on a very private moment.
“Well, we’re going to go and give you guys some privacy. I’m so glad you’re okay, Uncle Sidney. Come on Trevor.”
After another hug for both her uncle and her aunt, she and Trevor waved goodbye before walking out into the hallway.
Once they were a few feet away, Trevor let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so glad he’s okay. You know, Professor Washington talks about him all the time. I used to think she was a newlywed. Then I found out they’ve been married thirty years.” He shook his head.
“I know. Amazing. That’s the real deal, right there.”
His eyes locked on hers. “The real deal. I guess you know it when you feel it.”
Trevor followed Natalie out of the hospital, unsure of what to say or do. He wasn’t used to being with a girl during such an emotional time. It was telling actually, to look back and realize how much of his relationship with Courtney had been routine. They’d existed side by side for years, more like fellow travelers than true partners.
At the time he didn’t know just how superficial their connection was, but after watching Natalie with her aunt and uncle, he knew better. He wanted to know everything about her, including the people she cared about. It was a startling feeling, especially since they were just getting to know each other. Such strong feelings had to be because of the intense situation they were in, right? They lived together, and she was his advisor’s niece. That was it.
Sure.
“Thank you for driving us today, Trevor. That was really nice of you.” Natalie squeezed his arm as they walked through the hospital parking lot toward his car.
The praise made Trevor a little uncomfortable. He didn’t like getting kudos for doing the bare minimum of decency. Especially from Natalie. He wanted her to know that she could always expect him to come through for her. Even though they’d had their disagreements and probably would again, the thought of her not calling him if she was ever in trouble drove him crazy.
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