There were vehicles lined up on the curb, but it was the sight of the dark luxury car parked on the other side of the street that had her taking notice. Squinting her eyes, she swore she recognized the vehicle, but her vision was blurry, she was slightly dizzy, and the world was spinning. Getting up sounded like a horrible idea, but she knew she couldn’t stay here. She’d rest, just for a moment, and then she’d call a cab. As it was right now she wouldn’t even be able to see the numbers.
The longer she sat there, the more exhausted she grew. But it was the sight of the luxury car door opening, of a man in dark clothes stepping out, hidden in the shadows, and of him walking close to her that had Aurora trying to sit up straighter. But she couldn’t. Any and all movement had her stomach clenching in sickness. Her eyes were so heavy, and her body so achy. She just wanted to pass out. God, how could she be so stupid as to get this drunk?
The man stopped a foot from her, the shadows blocking out his face, or maybe she was just too drunk to focus clearly. She had never been this wasted, and right now this strange man was staring at her, probably going to kill her in front of all these drunken ass college kids, and for what, a little excitement? Of course she was letting her thoughts take control, because who in their right mind thought about someone killing them in front of a frat house?
And then she felt herself grow even more tired, and her eyes slid shut just as the man crouched in front of her. Darkness overwhelmed Aurora and she drifted off, letting the shadows consume her and take her under.
Grey watched her, looked at the way her chest rose and fell underneath the sheet, and felt his cock harden. He had watched Aurora for the last two months, growing infatuated with her, obsessed with the thought of her, and unable to focus until he had found out everything there was to know about his eighteen-year-old student. But he wasn’t a stupid man. He had a degree from Harvard, had graduated with a doctorate at the top of his class. He wasn’t a fool in thinking that what he was doing, what he wanted to do with Aurora was morally wrong. But he didn’t care, didn’t even blink at the thought that he had been watching her at that frat party, waiting for his chance when she’d come outside and he could coax her into his car. Yeah, that sounded like he was being a dirty fucking pervert, but the truth was when he had first seen Aurora he knew she was something very special. She was quiet, timid almost, and knowing she had been at that party, around all of those fucking perverted college guys that only thought about sex, infuriated him.
Grey stood over Aurora and looked down at her sleeping face, feeling the need to touch her. Her long blonde hair was slightly covering her cheek, and he reached out and brushed his fingers along her flesh. She was soft and smooth, and his cock jerked. He was a bastard for touching her when she didn’t know it, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her like a fiend looking for a fix, like a fucking madman needing to have her in the most consuming of ways. He wasn’t a sicko, and wasn’t the type of man that allowed his emotions to take over. But when it concerned Aurora he was moving on pure instinct.
Whatever it was about her aroused him, had him losing focus on his life, and had Grey feeling jealously the likes of which he hadn’t experienced since his teenage years. He was a thirty-four-year-old man lusting, obsessing over an eighteen-year-old young woman. That should be wrong on every damn level, but he just couldn’t stay away.
He knew that she had to feel the same way. The sensation he had when she looked at him, when she stared right into his eyes, and the way her cheeks flushed, told him this was not a one-sided emotion.
He reached out and brushed another piece of hair away from her face, and then he leaned in, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. God, she smelled so good, so fresh, clean, and of lemon. He grew harder, his dick pressing against his slacks and urging him to be buried deep inside of her pussy. A low groan left him, and he lifted his head slightly. Her lips were a deep red, dark in appearance because of the shadows in the room. He wanted to kiss her, wanted to have his lips on hers and urge her to wake so she could see that this was really happening. And then he didn’t deny himself, didn’t try and reason with his body that he was going about it the wrong way. She was unconscious and here he was kissing her.
He pressed his lips to hers, groaned deeply at the softness of her mouth, and knew he’d never get enough.
Aurora slowly opened her eyes, feeling her belly churn and her head pound in pain. She lifted her hand and touched her forehead, closing her eyes and waiting for her nausea to leave. Was she back at her dorm? How had she gotten here? Opening her eyes again, she watched a light flash across the ceiling room—a passing car.