No, the forbidden nature of our actthrilledme.
He rocked into me with a deliberate patience, each movement unhurried, every breath shared. The feel of his body, the slow slide of him, the soft pull of his mouth against my skin… it built something inside me I couldn’t contain.
The pleasure crept up gradually, blooming warm and deep until it finally overtook me, a quiver that grew into a wave that stole my breath. My climax unfurled slowly, beautifully, rocking through me like it wanted to leave a mark.
Time dissolved. Sense disappeared. Everything faded to nothing.
When I came back down, trembling and breathless, Brock held me as if I’d turn to mist if he let go. His forehead rested against mine, his breath uneven.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” I said softly.
He smiled and brushed back a lock of my hair. “I bet I’ve wanted it longer.”
25
Brock
I knew exactly what I was doing when I reached for that chair.
I’d seen her struggling with it. I could’ve let her catch it herself. But I didn’t. I stepped in. I touched her hand. I closed that tiny gap I’d been pretending didn’t exist for the past month.
And when her eyes lifted to mine, wide and startled and already a little breathless, I knew.
I knew she felt it too.
The spark. The pull. The thing I’d been trying to ignore since the first night she walked in here and allowed me to make her a drink, smiling like she didn’t understand how damn gorgeous she was.
Professor or not, I was hooked.
But touching her tonight? Hearing her whisper my name like that? Seeing her pupils blow wide when I stepped closer?
This wasn’t a crush anymore.
It was a detonation.
When I kissed her… God, I didn’t even think. I just moved. It felt inevitable. Like gravity had finally gotten tired of waiting and yanked us together.
And then she kissed me back. Like she’d been starving for it too.
I lifted her onto the table because I needed her close. Needed her under my hands. Needed to feel her body against mine without the whole damn world between us.
“You’ve imagined this?” she asked, voice shaking.
I almost laughed.
Imagined it?
I’d lost count of the number of times I’d watched her walk into the bar, cheeks pink from the cold, hair pulled into that messy bun she always wore while grading papers, and thought about what it would be like to pin her to the wall in the back room. Or bend her over the bar. Or kiss her senseless right there in her office.
And I wasn’t proud of it. Not at first. She was off-limits. Beyond off-limits. And on the flip side, I was off-limits forher.
I wanted her every damn day.
Now this. Now we’d finally crossed the line, and God, it felt so fucking good.
Her hands were all over me. My shoulders, my neck. She gripped the back of my shirt like she wanted me closer, closer,closer. The sound she made when I kissed her throat nearly took me out at the knees.
“Brock…” she breathed.
