She jolts back slightly. “Oh, well, that’s good.”
I want to explain to her that I don’t mean I’m always sleeping around. While, yes, that has been true in the past, I hadn’t actually slept with anyone for a while until I met her. But she doesn’t need my explanation.
“Shall we get started?” I say, changing the subject.
We begin going over the next section she needs help on, and nearly sixty minutes later we’re nearly done.
“Okay, I’m almost finished. I just have a question about this,” she says, pointing her finger at a problem on the paper.
I come around to her side, bending over to get a look. “Okay, since the two curves cross, you need to compute these two areas and add them.”
She nods and goes back to work, so I back up and study her as she figures it out. I’ve noticed she sucks her lips in when she’s concentrating. Then she’ll poke them out into a pucker and tap the end of her pencil against them before diving back in.
Her thick curls are gathered into a high ponytail, showing off the delicate lines of her neck. My eyes trail down to her exposed shoulder, then as she leans forward, her shirt opens up and I get a glimpse of her black bra.
I quickly look away and go back to my seat.
“Okay, I’m done.”
I take the paper from her and start walking around the small office as I look over her answers. She fidgets in the chair, bouncing her legs and tapping the pencil on the desk.
“Looks good,” I say, turning to face her.
“Really?” she squeals, her eyes growing wide.
“Yep. You did great.”
She jumps up, her beautiful smile stretching across her face as she rushes toward me. Caught up in her excitement, she throws her arms around my neck, bouncing on her toes. “I can’t believe it. I fucking owned those curves and the area between!”
I can’t help but laugh as I try to step out of her grasp. Her breasts are pushed up against me, and the sweet aroma of her perfume and shampoo invade my senses as the softness of her hands touch my neck.
She realizes our closeness and slowly brings her arms down, but doesn’t step away. I can’t seem to peel my gaze away from hers, and before I know it’s about to happen, she raises up on her tiptoes and presses her soft lips against mine in a kiss.
I quickly clamp my hands around her upper arms, pushing her back. “Nova.” My voice is a low growl.
Her lust-filled eyes stare up at me, her chest heaving with each breath. “Please. I know you want to.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say, struggling with my self-control.
That admission gives her more confidence. She steps closer, putting her hand on my hip and pressing her body into mine. Our eyes stay locked on each other as she pushes up on her toes and plants another kiss on my lips. It’s soft and cautious, like she’s waiting for me to withdraw.
I can’t fight it any longer. I drop the paper and yank her into me, my arms wrapping around her body as I part her lips with my tongue.
Nova gasps, surprised at my actions, then moans into my mouth as my tongue swirls around hers.
I spin her around, walking her backwards until she’s against the door. I wrap my right hand around the back of her neck, making sure we stay connected.
I push my hard body against the softness of hers, and the sinful moan she releases makes my cock twitch behind my pants. She feels it, arching into me with frenzied need.
How much I want to throw her onto my desk and bury myself deep inside her is what makes me stop. I force myself away, taking a step back as we both pant heavily.
“Nova, I’m sorry.”
She rushes toward me, her eyes pleading. “No, no. Please. Please don’t act like this was a mistake.”
“It was,” I say, wiping my mouth.
I turn around and try to adjust the erection in my pants.
“But it wasn’t. It was amazing,” she continues.
I turn around and face her. “I am your professor. This is wrong on so many levels.”
“Then why did it feel so right?”
I can’t argue with her there. “Look, what happened before school started has to remain a one-time thing. This,” I say, gesturing between us, “cannot become a regular occurrence, no matter how much either of us wants it.”
“I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I shake my head. “It’s not who I am. I’m responsible.”
She looks hurt, maybe slightly offended, but before she can respond, there’s a knock at the door. “Elijah?” Lorraine pushes the door open, coming to a stop at the threshold. “I thought you…” she stops when she spots Nova. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. She was just leaving.”
Nova flashes me a look, but quickly grabs her belongings and brings them to her chest. “Thanks, Professor Kingston.”
I nod and press my lips together in a tight grin. “No problem. See you in class.”
“Bye, Professor Drakulich.”
“Bye, dear.”
Once Nova’s gone, Lorraine moves in. I expect her to question why a student was in here, but she doesn’t. She wouldn’t believe it if I told her anyway. It’s just not who I am. I don’t break the school’s rules. I don’t need students when I have plenty of other women I could spend time with. It’s not suspicious, because nobody would ever think it would cross my mind to cross a line with a student.
As Lorraine occupies the seat across from me, I keep replaying the kiss over and over again. When I realize it’s been quiet for a while, I shake my head. “Sorry. What?”
“Do you have plans tonight?”
I look at my watch. “I do, actually. I have dinner with my brothers.”
“Can you cancel? Why don’t you come have dinner at my house?”
“I can’t cancel, Lorraine. This is a tradition for us. We always get together on Sundays.”
“Well, all right,” she says with a minor huff. “But
