"That's a one-way fascination. Not mutual. Never was nor will it be. Also, I had to leave after the gala because someone unexpected showed up the night of the gala, and I wanted to avoid any drama."
"You mean your girlfriend showed up? That was the unexpected guest, right?"
His brow arches, and I know I've got him by the balls.
"Stop acting like you're so innocent in all of this, Professor. I only kissed you with the assumption that you were single. But after hearing about Natalia, it's pretty clear you're just like the rest of them. I may sleep around, but I don't mess with other women's men."
"For starters, I don't have a girlfriend. I haven't had a girlfriend in the five years since I left. I told you that. As far as Natalia goes, she's my feisty eleven-year-old niece who lives with me. My brother's daughter." He arches a brow and the realization hits me smack in the face.
"You're raising your brother's daughter?" My brows lift. "Why haven't you told me?"
"I was going to. I just thought until we established what this-" He waves a hand between us. "-was that I should wait before telling you something like that."
He takes a step closer and grabs my hand. "I swear, Aspen. I'd never hurt you intentionally. Things between us are going to be complicated as long as you're my student and I'm your professor. But I'm willing to try because I want to make this work with you." His words are so genuine and his eyes are so soft, I can't help but want to push him away.
"You hardly know me."
He pulls me against him, our bodies both drenched and clothes soaked through. "You've let me in more than you realize. I know about your pain, your past, your heartbreak. I know you're guarding your heart in every way possible. I see it in your eyes when you paint. The only time you're unguarded is when you're creating a piece of art. Your paintings reflect everything you won't let people in to see."
"I'm more broken than you realize. I've told you I'm a mess. Probably more than you can handle."
His other hand caresses my cheek and wraps around my neck as he leans in and slowly kisses my lips. My body relaxes and leans into him, allowing his kiss to take over.
"If you'll let me in, I promise to give you everything you need."
My eyes are still closed, the rain covering our faces and lips. "I don't even know what I need," I admit. "I've never done this before."
"Then we'll find out together." His lips cover mine again as my arms wrap around his body, holding onto him with every possible ounce of strength.
"Come home with me," I say breathlessly, practically begging.
"I thought you'd never ask." He smiles against my lips.
I barely pull my keys out of the door before his lips and hands are on me again. He blindly kicks the door shut and wraps his arms around my waist, covering my mouth with his then trailing kisses down my jawline and neck.
"You're shivering," he whispers in my ear. "You should really take off these wet clothes." I smile and nod my head in agreement. "And probably take a hot shower," he adds, curling his fingers under my shirt and lifting it up.
"You should, too. Wouldn't want you to get sick or anything," I say, grabbing for his belt and undoing the buckle. "Better yet, we should conserve water and shower together."
He reaches around and undoes my bra. "I like the way you think."
I unzip his pants and pull them down. He kicks them off and presses his body to mine again. His fingers fidget with my jeans, but the dampness makes them stick to my legs. I break away quickly and yank them down, tossing them to the floor and clinging back to his lips.
He wraps a hand around my waist as I pull him toward the shower. His other hand palms my breast and squeezes. I moan my approval into his mouth and kiss him harder, deeper.
I push the bathroom door open and reach for the light, but before I can, he wraps both arms around me and lifts me up. He sets me down on the counter and pushes us against the mirror, sliding both hands up to my breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers.
My head falls back as I release a loud moan. I absolutely love his hands on me and could never get enough. His lips suck on my collarbone as his fingers twist my nipples. I almost can't take it and need him to stop, but then he brings a hand down my stomach and in between my legs.
"Baby girl, are you wet?" I hear the excitement in his voice.
"Is that a trick question?" I nearly gasp as his fingers rub over my pussy through my panties. His hand moves faster and harder, forcing my hips to roll against him.
My back arches as his lips whisper over my ear. "Tell me, Aspen. Say it."
"Take my panties off and find out, Professor," I challenge, feeling his fingers rubbing even harder.
He pushes them to the side and slides a finger inside.
"Yes," I gasp, arching my hips to press against his hand harder.
"Like this?" He pushes a second finger in as his thumb rubs against my clit in a perfect rhythm.
"Yes, yes. Just like that!" I scream, wrapping a hand around his arm and holding myself up with the other against the countertop.
His fingers push in deeper as he speeds up the pace. I can hardly take it anymore as he rubs his thumb faster. I'm so close, about to explode before he pulls his fingers out and wraps his lips around them, sucking the juices right off his fingertips.
"Mm, you taste incredible." He exaggerates his voice, pushing his tongue in between his two fingers.
"That was cruel," I hiss.
An evil grin spreads across his face and deepens his dimples. "What did I say about calling me professor outside of the classroom?" He arches a brow.
"Oh, is that how you want to play? Because I'm the queen of delayed gratification."
"Is that so? Sounds like a challenge to me."
"Just don't forget who you're playing against. I once painted for eleven hours straight without eating or taking a break." I pucker my lips and lean toward him as I continue. "Standing up."
He leans in and pulls my lower lip in between his teeth, biting gently before releasing. "Now the smell of your arousal is on both of our lips. How long do you think you can wait before feeling me inside you?"
My body shivers at the thought of his cock deep inside of me. I've dreamed and fantasized about it, wondering how it'd actually feel. Now I was inches from it.
"You're enjoying this way too much, Professor. Whose rules are you willing to bend?" I challenge as my body buzzes, anxious for him to give in.
"The only thing I'll be bending is you over this countertop. I plan to rip your panties off, pull your hair, and fuck you hard." His voice is seductive and heavy with promises that I'm begging for him to fulfill. Perhaps I'll let him win this time.
My eyes light up as a smile pulls from my lips. "Show me."
His mouth covers mine in a heated frenzy. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him between them. I feel his erection against my pussy and moan. "Tell me what you need first, Aspen."
His hands grip my waist, keeping our bodies locked together. "I want your hands on me. Attack my tits like you own them," I beg. "I like it rough," I admit.
His head bends and leans against my shoulder. "Jesus fucking Christ." He growls. He lifts his head again and sucks along my neck and jaw. His hands slide up my chest, and he cups my breasts, digging his nails into the skin as hard as he can. Already primed from his wicked fingers, I nearly explode at the way he does exactly as I asked.
I clench my thighs, trapping him closer. I want him inside and can't wait any longer.
"Morgan," I whimper. He rocks his hips harder against me, letting me feel exactly what I do to him. I reach for him, but he pulls his hips back where I can't reach. "Morgan!" I scream, louder. I know he likes it when I say his name, so I scream it over and over until he gives me exactly what I want.
He pulls away and hooks his fingers in my panties. I can feel my arousal dripping down my leg as he slides them down and lets them drop to the floor. Instead of taking his boxer shorts off, he kneels down and spreads my legs wider.
"Keep screaming, sweetheart. Let me know exactly how much you like it."
Before I can protest, his mouth covers my pussy. His hands wrap around my thighs and pull me closer to his lips.
I gasp and scream as his tongue fucks me better than I'd ever experienced before. I always figured he'd be good, but never imagined this good. My fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing and scratching his skin the as sucks and licks. His lips wrap around my clit while he pushes a thick finger inside. He finds a perfect rhythm, and soon, I'm screaming and clenching my thighs together in a heated frenzy.
"Fuck, Morgan … oh my God … " I pant unsure if I want him to stop or go faster. I can barely take any more.