In just a few short days, she'll sit in my classroom again.I'll lecture about literary theory while remembering how she tastes, how she sounds when she comes apart beneath me.
Only this time, I don't know if I'm going to be able to hide how much I want her.
Chapter 25
Skye
Bythetimeclassends, I am a complete mess.I don't remember half of what Gage said, only how he said it.The gravel in his voice when he looked in my direction.The way his fingers curled around the edge of the podium, like he was holding himself back.It seemed like if he didn't, he'd come straight for me.
My thighs clench together under my desk.I'm wet.Not a little aroused but soaked and needy.Every movement of my legs makes me feel it, a slick ache that throbs with every heartbeat.I keep shifting in my seat, pretending it's just discomfort, but I know the truth.It's him.It's always him.
He barely looked at me during the lecture, but every time our eyes met, it was like a jolt straight to my core.There was heat in his gaze, a silent promise of what was to come.Every word out of his mouth had an undertone, and I was hanging on every one of them.I could tell he was trying to keep his composure.It was clear to me, seeing the strain in his jaw and the white of his knuckles where he gripped the edge of the podium.
Even though he moved with the same deliberate confidence he always has, today it was tinged with something rawer.And every time he glanced in my direction, I felt it.I felt him.I was too aware of my body, the way my nipples pebbled inside my bra, the way my pulse quickened whenever he stepped closer to the front row.
When he started writing on the whiteboard, his back to the class, I stared.I couldn't help it.The way his shirt hugged the broad muscles of his shoulders, the dip of his waist, the way he occasionally rolled his sleeves up like he was preparing for something more than a lecture.Then the memory of our classroom scene and how he pushed me against the whiteboard made me wetter.
He turned back around and caught me watching.His mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile, but his eyes, they darkened.Just for a second.Just enough to tell me he'd been thinking the same thing.That he wanted to bend me over the nearest desk and take me hard and fast until I screamed for him.
So that's why I'm on my way to his office to do something about it.I keep saying there is no way I'll get through the rest of the day, and he has to be hurting as much as I am, right?
The second the final student filters out, I shove my notebook in my bag and head straight for his office.I don't even knock.Instead, I slip inside, close the door, and turn the lock.My heart is racing as I turn to face him.
He looks up, startled for a second, then his gaze darkens as it travels down my body."Skye."
My name on his lips is like a match to gasoline.The way he says it like a warning.It’s rough, hungry, and makes my knees weak.
"I couldn't concentrate," I breathe, taking a step toward his desk."Not on anything.Not after that."
He leans back in his chair, but his eyes never leave mine."After what?"
The question is innocent enough, but there's nothing innocent about the way he's looking at me.Like he's already undressing me with his eyes.As if he's remembering exactly how I taste.
I move closer, my bag sliding off my shoulder to hit the floor with a soft thud."The way you kept looking at me.The way you gripped that podium like you were remembering our time at Club Red just like I was."
His jaw ticks."Skye…"
"Tell me you weren't thinking about it."I'm standing directly in front of his desk now, with my hands pressed against the polished wood."Tell me you weren't thinking about having me against that whiteboard again."
His breath catches.I watch his chest rise and fall, the controlled rhythm betraying just how much control he's exerting.
"This is inappropriate," he says, but his voice has that delicious roughness that tells me he's affected."Anyone could walk by."
"The door is locked," I remind him, circling his desk slowly.My fingers trail along the edge, and I feel his eyes tracking every movement."And your blinds are closed."
When I reach his side, he swivels his chair to face me.There's a war happening behind those dark eyes, duty versus desire.
"I have another class in forty minutes," he says, but his hands are already reaching for me, gripping my hips and pulling me between his spread legs.
"Forty minutes is plenty of time," I whisper, my voice husky with need as I straddle him in one fluid motion.His hands tighten on my hips, and I can feel him hardening beneath me."All class, I thought about this."
His eyes darken to near-black as I settle against him, the thin fabric of my skirt riding up my thighs."This is reckless," he murmurs, but his hands are already sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my blouse.
I roll my hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath me.The friction makes me whimper.
"Christ, Skye."His voice is strained, his control slipping."You have no idea what you do to me.I couldn't focus on a single fucking word I was saying today."
"Show me," I challenge, my fingers working at his tie, loosening it with urgent, trembling hands."Show me exactly what I do to you."