My breath hitches when I’m pushed back into my seat. Professor Matthews is over me in an instant. His body seems large as he invades my personal space. Eyes bore into me. Scorching me with the intensity of his gaze. Darkening as his hands grip roughly onto my arms. The same feeling from before washes over me, and I close my eyes with the throbbing between my legs.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock beats out the seconds that feel like hours. It rings out loudly in my ear, and snuffs out all the other sounds. Being in this moment right here, I’ve forgotten everything that happened with Trevor and all that he didn’t do. The anger I felt moments before has gone, leaving me in a state of yearning. Yearning to have Professor Matthews lean in closer. To have his lips on mine. How would they feel? How would he taste? Would it be sweet like candy? I’ve had dreams of the very thing. He would grab me and push me against the door of his office. His eyes glazed over with excitement as his soft lips landed on mine. It would be tender at first, and then swiftly turn carnal as he pressed his body into mine, grinding his pelvis into the sensitive spot between my legs. Dreams of this nature are always dangerous, especially when they seep into reality. Breaking this moment would be the right thing. It would be the ethical thing. The electricity that sparks between us needs to be broken, yet I can’t seem to get the messages to my limbs to push him away. I remain seated, hypnotized by his crushing gaze.
Did he move closer? I’m not certain of this. I’m not entirely sure if I’m just hyper-aware of his presence or if he has moved closer to me. The smell of his intoxicating cologne drowning out the sensible thoughts flying around in my brain, attempting to break through the thick wall that has been erected the moment he stepped over the line of appropriate into inappropriate.
And then he lets out a low growl, and not a moment later, his lips slam onto mine. He cradles me while simultaneously pushing himself into me. Claiming my mouth with his tongue as he dares to declare his desire to me. Kissing me deeply, he lifts me out of my seat and backs me up to the bookcase. It’s completely uninhibited. His pleasure, the driving force of his actions. He pushes himself against me, books rattling around behind as he grinds his erection into me. My head is fuzzy with this intoxicating feeling. It would be easy to become addicted, and I finally understand how addiction finds people so easily. The precision of its efforts is beautiful. The most skilled hunter. It lays out a trap, luring you into its area. Once it’s caught you, it reels you in, showering you with the things it knows you want and you think you need, and just as you’ve delved deeper and deeper into its depths, it grabs hold of you and drags you into the nether. By the time you’ve realized what’s happened, it’s too late, and there’s no hope for you to escape.
His hands are in my hair, pulling at it. There’s a pain that emanates from my scalp, but I don’t care. It just makes me want him even more. Makes me desperate for more of his touch. He thrusts into me hard. A yelp escaping my mouth. There’s a loud thump on the ground, and that’s all that is needed to break the spell. Professor Matthews’ body stiffens, and he recoils as if I electrocuted him. With a darkness in his eyes, so much different from the arousal that once shrouded them, he backs away from me. Still being able to feel his kiss, my hand goes to my swollen lips. His eyes track the movement, and just like a rubber band, something snaps and I know the instant he’s back to his normal self. His soft features harden and a vein appears on his temple.
“Get out,” he growls.
I stand firm and don’t move. He goes to grab my wrist, but I pull away from his touch. “No. You want this,” I state clearly and boldly.
His face contorts into something so tortured, I’m tempted to reach out and place a hand on his warm cheek. “We can’t do this.”
He doesn’t need to tell me what we can and can’t do. I’m not stupid not to know how ridiculously insane and inappropriate this whole thing is. I am, however, stupid to not want to stop it. And that’s the thing about lust. It makes us do crazy things. Things that, given another time and circumstance, we never would have ventured into and have been so bold to have accepted and done.
“I know, but can you honestly tell me that now that we’ve pushed the boundaries of our professional relationship, you can see us going back to being professor and student? Because I can’t.”
Deep lines crevice his face, and I await his response with anxious breaths. The feeling of years passing by has me admitting defeat and giving up on the little bit of hope I had of him saying he wants the same thing as well when he releases a heavy sigh and pushes me against the bookcase once more. Soft lips meet mine, and I welcome the feel of his tongue against mine. His body pressed into mine, his erection digging into me. The pained grab of my hair as
