Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
A knock at my door interrupts my thoughts and I shoot up, scrambling to straighten my hair and clothes. Shit, I hope it's not a friend.
"Hello?" A gruff voice asks, and my stomach drops.
Oh no. No, no, no.
It's him. How did he find out where I live?
"I need to talk to you," he says, his voice muffled through the wood.
I don't respond, frozen in place on my bed, and eventually, I hear the lock click, the handle turn, and the door swings open. Nathan fills the doorway, his face tense, his jaw set. His eyes are darker than usual, his mouth pulled into a grim line, and when they lock on mine, a shiver runs down my spine.
He's pissed.
"How did you find me?" I ask, and he takes a step inside, closing the door behind him.
"I'm a professor, Noelle. You won't let me forget that, so don't act surprised." He raises an eyebrow, looking past me into the empty dorm. "I just looked up your file."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Why are you here, Nathan?" I whisper, and he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.
"We need to talk."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come by your office, and I definitely shouldn't have–"
"Kissed me back?" he asks, cutting me off.
My cheeks burn, and I nod. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry."
His eyes are hot on mine, and the fire burns in his gaze. I feel the heat pouring off his skin. There's electricity between us, and it's growing stronger every second, and it's almost like I can feel it, sparking off the air, making my hair stand on end.
"I'm not sorry," he admits, taking a step toward me, then another. "In fact, I don't want to hear you apologize ever again. Not to me, especially not for that."
He's so close to me now that if I just stand up, our bodies would touch, but I don't. Instead, I watch him, feeling small and fragile, completely under his spell.
"But you're Danny's dad," I say, my voice a mere whisper.
"So? That doesn't mean I'm blind, Noelle. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, and I've wanted you from the first second I saw you." His voice is low and gruff, and his words are like a physical caress.
"Wanted me?" I breathe, my stomach turning a flip.
"Yes. You're so fucking beautiful, and the moment I saw you, I couldn't get you out of my head. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes. Your body. I thought it would go away, but every day that we're together in that classroom, I want you more."
"You do?" My voice is shaking, and his words have sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core.
"Yes. Fuck, I don't think I can want someone as much as I want you." His eyes flick down to my lips.
"There are still a few students staying on this floor," I tell him, babbling now. "And the RA is just down the hall. If I get caught with you here, or if you get caught with me here..."
"Don't be afraid." His voice is so low I can feel it ghosting across my skin. "I can be discreet."
I feel a blush creeping up my neck, and I reach up, wrapping my fingers around the thin gold chain at my throat—a nervous habit. His gaze tracks the movement, and he takes another step toward me, reaching out to pull my hand away from the necklace.
"Don't hide from me," he whispers, his thumb brushing over the soft skin of my inner wrist. "I like to watch you. I love it when you touch yourself."
"What?" My voice is a gasp.
"In class," he explains, and his eyes are molten, dark. "The way you play with the chain around your neck, how you tug on your ear, the way you twirl your pen. I notice everything."
My heart is pounding, my body on fire.
"Nathan, I..."
He reaches out, grabbing me and hauling me against his chest. My hands press into his rock-hard abs, and I gasp, looking up at him, our faces mere inches apart.
"Please don't tell me to stop, Noelle. I can't, not now. Not after feeling your mouth on mine." His voice is rough, and the sound of it sends a rush of wetness to my core.
"Then don't," I whisper, and his mouth crashes down on mine.
This time, his kiss is different. There's none of the gentleness and hesitation from before. His lips are rough and insistent, and I feel the stubble on his jaw scratching at my chin. I part my lips, letting him inside, and his tongue meets mine, sliding and swirling as his hands grip my waist.
I'm on fire, burning with want, and I moan softly, feeling him harden against my stomach.
He pulls away from me, his mouth red and wet, and his eyes are black with desire.
"Say my name again," he growls, his hands tightening on my hips. "Tell me you want this."