“Gabe,” she dutifully repeated.
I looked down at her top pointedly. The wet spots around her nipples had made the camisole and sheer fabric of her bra see-through.
Her little rosebud lips formed a silent O and she snatched the sweater from my hand, allowing me to help her put it on this time. As she covered up the slightly opaque top, I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t want you wearing something so revealing. This sexy body is for my eyes only.”
She opened her mouth, presumably to argue with me, but I shut her up with my mouth over hers. When she’d melted into my arms, I ended the kiss but still held her close, whispering in her ear, “No more practically see-through tops. And, while we are on the subject, no more skirts that barely cover your ass.” I emphasized my words by slipping my hands under her hem and squeezing her bare cheeks.
Her eyes opened dazedly, and I watched her without speaking, waiting. She nodded, “Good girl.” I quickly kissed her again and set her away from me, on the precipice of saying fuck it to my responsibilities and spending my day in bed with Charlotte.
It wasn’t possible, but it was so damn tempting. I glanced at my watch and growled in frustration. Walking around my desk, I grabbed a scrap of paper. Scribbling my address down, I thrust it at her. “I’ve got another class and two faculty meetings. I’ll make sure my doorman knows to expect you at seven.”
She stared at me for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. I raised a single eyebrow in question, silently daring her to say no. This was not a request. She was going to be at my home tonight even if I had to drag her there.
“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll meet you there.”
Damn straight she would.
Chapter 5
Charlotte
I couldn’t believe I was here, standing outside Gabe Aldric’s door. My hunky American Literature professor who also happened to be the only guy who’d ever made it to third base with me—and in a way I never imagined was possible. I’d read scenes like that before, where the hero hoisted the heroine over his shoulders and held her up while he made her come. I’d always thought the author was full of crap when they included that kind of sexytimes because there was no way a guy could actually do that. But Gabe had certainly proved me wrong earlier. I would have said I had the wet panties to prove it, but I’d left them on his office floor.
They were a brand new pair, too, since I’d decided I wanted to feel sexy, just in case my sister was right and my meeting with him turned into something other than academic. It was a good thing I had, because the moment might have been lost if I’d been wearing my usual plain, cotton panties. The sexy G-string was worth the sacrifice, though. So was the pair I’d put on tonight. It was a good thing I’d grabbed a few pairs when I went shopping on Sunday.
I blushed a little as I thought about the other pieces of lingerie I’d bought while I was at the mall. I’d never really had a need for more than basic bras and underwear before. Now that I knew Gabe was going to see me without my clothes, that all changed. Breathing deeply, I straightened my spine and knocked on the door. It only took about a minute before it swung open and I was staring at Gabe.
“How did you make it past the doorman? He was supposed to call me when you were on your way up.” He looked adorably flustered, with his hair mussed and his glasses perched on his nose.
“Funny story,” I answered, laughing lightly while he ushered me into his penthouse apartment. “I actually live in your building. My brother-in-law bought me a place as a graduation present, and I moved in this past weekend.”
“Nice gift,” he murmured, sounding a little put out.
“That’s what you get when your big sister marries a former football star who’s made some excellent investment decisions.” I didn’t protest when he took my purse off my shoulder and dropped it onto a table in the foyer. “Brysen decided to take his new role as big brother very seriously. It’s been killing him that I was living in the dorm. He didn’t think it was the best place for me. So he used my graduation to his advantage and moved me into a building he thought was safe.”
“I guess I can’t complain too much since it will make things more convenient for me with you living in my building.”
“It sounds like you plan on me being around a lot.” I didn’t disguise the hope in my voice as I followed him into the kitchen, surprised to find several pots and pans on the stove. “You’re making me dinner?”
He lifted a couple lids, stirring the contents of the biggest pot, and then turned back to me. “Yes, I’m cooking for you.” He prowled my way, sliding a hand around my waist and tugging me towards him as soon as he got close enough. “And you’d might as well make yourself comfortable because you’ll definitely be around a lot. I waited sixteen weeks to get you where I wanted you, and now that I have, I’m not willing to let you go.”