Dear Professor(27)

Bolts of pleasure shot through me as my clit pressed against the seam of my pants.

God. I wanted him.

The thought made me pull back with a gasp. I released my grip on his collar and covered my mouth with my hand. I didn’t get off him though. I wasn’t that strong.

His eyes opened, and the second our gazes collided, it felt as though every nerve ending in my body tingled with desire once again.

“Good enough apology, sweet thing?” he rasped, sitting up straight, keeping one arm locked around my waist.#p#分页标题#e#

My face was almost level with his as his nose brushed mine.

“Is that enough for you, Darcy? Enough fucking sorry in that for you?”

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded. Just a little bit.

“Contrary to what you believe, I’m not an asshole. I’m acting like this for your own good. It helps me resist you.”

“Why would you make me sign a contract only to resist me?”

“Because I’ve watched you for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long that I would fuck you so hard I would terrify you.”

I hit him with a level stare and dropped my hand. “I’m not afraid.”

His jaw ticked again. Something, it seemed, that happened a lot when he was irritated. “Because you don’t know what I could do to you.”

I swept my hair around my neck so it hung over one shoulder then leaned in. My mouth rested by his ear, and I whispered, “So tell me.”

His fight was almost tangible. I sensed the battle he was fighting as he decided whether or not to tell me. I also sensed the exact moment he decided to do just that.

He wound my hair around his hand, making a fist, and tugged on it so hard that tears stung the backs of my eyes. I gasped as my head jerked back. His breath coated the exposed skin of my neck, and he let out a long, shuddery breath.

“Still want to know, Darcy?”

“Yes.”

“You feel this?” He gave a small jerk on my hair.

“Yes.”

“That’s nothing compared to what I’d do. I’m not a gentle lover. I’m rough. Bruising. I’d bite your lip so hard it’d bleed before I’d kiss it better.” His lips peppered tiny kisses down my neck, the sensation in direct contradiction with his words. “If I fucked you right now, I’d toe the line of hurting you—even if you’d like it. And you would. But I’m not comfortable with taking the risk right now.”

My heart thundered against my ribs. I could barely breathe, and all I wanted to do was rub myself against his erection, but I could feel my heart. “I’m still not scared,” I forced out breathlessly.

“Then you’re a fool.” He let me go, grasped my waist, then pushed me back to standing.

I staggered back a couple of steps before I righted myself. My body was still going crazy, but although I still didn’t understand what he was doing, I didn’t push it. I took it for what it was and ran my fingers through my hair.

He walked around the desk and glanced out the window. It’d started raining at some point in the last several minutes. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but the windows were covered in rain droplets that were racing down the glass surface.

“Did you walk? I can give you a ride.”

How was that for a dismissal? A softer one than last night, but still one.

“I don’t think bringing a professor to Dalton House is the best idea.” Especially not this professor. “But no. I drove. Thank you.”

I backed to the door and grasped the handle. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak again, but then he shook his head, clearly having thought better of it. I hesitated for a moment longer just in case. Whatever he’d planned to say never came, so I unlocked the door.

I quickly walked down the hall until I found the door to the outside. Then, when I was there, I stepped out into the rain. It was a light drizzle now, more of a mist than anything, and I ran my palms across my bare arms as the light chill offset the burning of my cheeks. It rained on me as I walked across campus to the parking lot.

Right after I’d shut my car door, the heavens opened. Almost as if they had been waiting for me to get shelter once again.#p#分页标题#e#

I yawned, shuddered, and then turned my key in the ignition. I didn’t even want to think about what he’d just told me. I wanted to go home, get some chicken soup, and then curl up in bed.

I might not have been sick eight hours ago, but I sure as hell felt it as I drove back toward Dalton House.





“I’m going to kill you!”

“I didn’t take it!”

“I don’t believe you!”

Slowly, I stepped toward my bedroom door and opened it. I poked my head around the corner and found Jenna and Bella screaming it out in the hallway.