He set the cup down on the counter, and the ceramic clanking against the granite seemed overly loud. “Do you want to leave, Aurora?” he said in a deep, low voice.
She should, because that was the right thing to do. But instead she shook her head and said softly, “No, Mr. Dawson. I don’t want to leave.” And as if her words had set something in motion, Grey had his hands in her hair, pulled her forward and claimed her mouth.
Her chest heaved up and down and she tried to suck in air between his kisses. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled. This was so crazy, but felt so right.
He moved them backward, holding her close, and then stopping when they reached his room. He shut the door behind them, and there they stood, in the center of the room, staring at each other, but neither speaking. The sexual chemistry was off the charts, and she wanted to go further, to just be bared in every possible way to this man. It was like they didn’t need to speak to understand each other, to know what the other wanted.
“I’ve been watching you, Aurora, waiting for my chance to have you to myself.” He started undoing his belt. “Since the moment you were in my class, sitting there alone, so quiet, so fragile looking.” He slid the belt free from the loops. “Does that frighten you, princess? Does it scare you that I’ve been waiting for the right time to take you into my clutches, that I have been infatuated with you, with the idea of you?”
She shook her head, because as crazy as all of this was, she had wanted him desperately, too. There was just something about him that drew her in.
“Take your shirt off,” he said in a low and deep voice that had everything in her rising up forcefully.
Of course there was that little voice inside of her that said she needed to go, to leave his apartment because this could cost them both everything, but she was too transfixed in this one moment to do much of anything aside from what he wanted her to do.
Aurora gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it up and off her head. The air was cool and her skin puckered with goose bumps. She was intoxicated from the sensations moving through her, and she didn’t want it to end. She wasn’t drunk, was conscious of her actions, and she wanted her professor like she was some kind of dirty little schoolgirl.
His gaze was penetrating, like he was actually reaching out and stroking her skin with that alone.
“The pants, princess. Take them off.”
God, he called her the endearment so softly, so heatedly, that she was feeling a desire to just throw herself in his arms and beg him to fuck her.
“Now, little beauty. Do it for me, and show me who you belong to.” His voice didn’t even sound like him anymore, and she could tell that he was barely holding onto his control.
Aurora did as he asked, and then when she stood there totally naked for him, bared to her instructor because he had ordered it so, she watched as the lust on his face morphed into one of ownership. As if he controlled the strings to her she stood and pushed down her pants and underwear. She was so cold all of a sudden, but then a blast of heat filled her. Beads of sweat covered her flesh in dewy moisture, and only got worse when he took that last step toward her.
“If only you could see yourself right now, how you look to me.”
She heard the pleasure in his voice. This was wrong on so many levels, but on the tail end of that thought she realized that only other people would think it was wrong. She felt so good, so easy and comfortable with him, and although it could be considered a twisted situation, how could she lie to herself and deny how she really felt? He moved closer and touched a finger to her bare shoulder.
That small feeling was so overpowering.
“Sit down for me.” He started undoing the button and zipper on his pants, slid them down, and then went to take off his shirt. When she was sitting on the bed, the sight of his hard, tanned flesh right in front of her and his massive erection standing at attention between his thighs, he reached out and ran his fingers over her lips.
He moved back toward her and slid his hands up her thighs. A tingling sensation settled even more fiercely between her legs. He moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, and the air was literally sucked from her lungs. The urge to run, yet submit at the same time, rode her high. The slight pressure he added to her belly and the way he moved the pad of his index finger along her navel had her nipples hardening. He was meticulous and gentle as he touched her.
“Lay back for me,” he said and looked into her eyes.
She didn’t hesitate, although she knew she should have. Grey smoothed his hands on her exposed abdomen again. “Your skin is so soft, so perfect.” He then cupped her breast. Before she could tell him to stop, he was leaning over her. His breath was warm as it bathed her nipple. The peak hardened painfully, but pleasure also filled her. She involuntarily arched her back, causing her breast to brush along his lips.