He nodded but didn’t move back, and she felt her temperature rise at his close proximity. His hair was dark and short, and perfectly styled. His complexion spoke of a Mediterranean heritage, and her pussy got wet. God, did she get wet for this man, and all he was doing was staring at her.
She swallowed, knowing that wanting him was all kinds of wrong, but unable to calm the need to lean forward and kiss him. Aurora lowered her hands, and felt her arousal spike even higher when he lowered his gaze to her breasts once more.
“Mr. Dawson, I don’t think me being here is a good idea, even though I am thankful you didn’t leave me passed out on that lawn.” Her cheeks heated at the embarrassment that she had done something totally out of the norm for her.
He moved closer, and she tilted her head back and stared into his dark eyes. When he lifted her head even higher with a thumb under her chin, she stopped breathing altogether. He searched her face with his gaze, and she swore he was going to kiss her, just lean down and press his lips to hers. This was wrong because he was her instructor, and being with him would be a scandal. But Aurora wanted him, wanted to feel his big hands tearing her clothes away because his composure had been broken. She wanted to crack the hard shell that made up Grey Dawson.
“Let’s get you some warm tea to settle your stomach.” He turned before she could respond, and she had no choice but to stay in the room and look ridiculous, or follow him out and see this through.
When she stepped out of the bedroom it was to see a simplistic living room and kitchen. There was a TV hanging on the wall, and a large window showed the lights from the large buildings. They appeared to be a few stories up as she could see a park across the way, but not any cars or streets.
The sound of clanking glasses had her turning and facing Grey again. He poured steaming water into two cups, put a teabag in each of them, and then looked at her again.
“You want honey or sugar?”
She shook her head. After a few minutes of walking around, looking at the thick, leather bound books on his bookshelves, staring at the few pictures he had sporadically placed, she finally moved over to where he stood by the kitchen counter. There he was, right on the other side of the breakfast counter, his hands on the dark granite, strong, long, and having her imagine them doing deliciously erotic things together.
“Couldn’t you get into trouble having a student here?” she said, her throat constricting and so dry from her nervousness.
He didn’t respond right away, but then he glanced down at his cup. “When you want something badly enough, the risk is always worth the consequences, Aurora.” He slowly lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “But this isn’t just about you being here because I saw you passed out at that frat party.”
She rubbed her hands on her thighs, feeling her heart beating in her throat. “It’s not?”
He slowly shook his head.
“What is it about then?”
He didn’t respond right away, just looked down at his cup once more, grabbed the string to his tea bag, and started slowly raising and lowering it back into the cup. “This has to do with me wanting you, and taking you away from that filth and chaos. You don’t belong there.”
He wanted her. Holy shit, her professor wanted her like she wanted him.
“And you want me. I know it, know it by the way you look at me, by the way you lick your lips as I stare at you, and at the way your pulse beats faster at the base of your throat during lecture.”
She knitted her brows together, not sure where this was going. A part of her knew this was wrong and being here meant something far more than what she had initially thought. Did she want Professor Grey? Yes. God, yes. But she also wasn’t about to ruin her first year at school because of her impractical desires, or have him lose his job for fraternizing with a student. Although she knew that he probably wouldn’t get fired, since sexual relations with a student were just frowned upon, the ramifications of having a tarnished reputation had to be just as bad.
“Tell me you want me, too. Admit it, Aurora.” He moved out from behind the counter, a cup in his hand. When he stood right in front of her, she tilted her head back and stared up at him. Grey could speak so precisely, so eloquently that she just got sucked into his world whenever he lectured. There was nothing else when he was right in front of her. He was gorgeous and strong, a genius in his own right, and here she was, in his home, standing right in front of him. Her pussy was so wet she couldn’t even stand comfortably.
“Tell me, Aurora,” he said softly.
“Yes.” That was the only thing she could say at the moment, the only word her brain could form.