“Why did you decide to leave the class you were so eager to teach?” he asked.
Changing the subject completely now? Fine. “You were right about stressing myself out. I should take it slow,” I lied. Then I proceeded to cut his slice.
A little bit too harsh. “Shit!” I jerked my finger, blood streaming down.
Before I stuck it in my mouth, Joshua reached out quickly and grabbed my hand. He held my finger in front of his face, gazing at it as if hypnotized.
Then he looked up at me, his beautiful gaze glowing, smoldering, holding mine. And he stuck my finger in his mouth. His tongue slid over my wound, warm and wet licking at my finger, sucking on it—all of it.
I moaned. Hard. He wasn’t sucking blood off my finger. He was sucking my phantom dick, and I was about to come.
He pulled my finger out. It seemed to be much better, no longer bleeding, the wound only a tiny scrape.
Had he actually sucked the blood off the wound?
I imagined what other good uses I could put that mouth to….
“Too gross for you?” he asked.
Gross? Was that what he got from the moans and the look on my face?
Note to self: you really really need to work on your horny face.
This could be gross to some, but for me it was sinfully delicious. Even romantic. We had exchanged an intimate moment. The two of us had connected far beyond what was considered appropriate given our professional relationship to each other.
At this moment, I didn’t care about anything, how the world would see me if I jumped into bed with another professor, on the very first day of my new job. I wanted him to touch me in every possible way, to push his body against mine and make sweet love to me.
How could he not see that?
“No. I find it very sexy,” I blurted out, my chest rising and falling with every shuddered breath. In romance books, men noticed and appreciated that view. Did he?
“A man touched your arm and you had a panic attack. Is that how you’re going to react if I kiss you? That’s the only reason stopping me from doing just that.”
“Oh.”Oh.Everything made so much sense now. He wasn’t asexual or religious. He wasn’t an asshole. He wasn’t a creep. He wasn’t anything but a panty-melting hotness with the manners of an eighteenth-century man.
And I liked it. Loved it. All of it.
Joshua was a loner like me. With PSTD like me. The only difference was that he knew how to live with that, saw the world the way it should be seen, had the confidence to move on to the best of his ability.
I envied that about him. I wanted to reach that, too. And I believed from the moment I’d laid eyes on him, he would get me there.
My arms moved on their own accord, wrapping around his neck. My body leaned into him, my heaving chest now pressed against his as hard as I could. I let my hips thrust forward to see if that erection was still there.
Holy fuck. He was twice as hard.
I couldn’t wait any longer for feeling it inside of me. I licked my lip, bending his head to me. “How about we conduct an experiment to find out… Professor?”
CHAPTER 17
JOSHUA
Her mouth parted, and I could taste her sweet breath as I licked my lip and took hers between mine. Oh, that felt so good. The soft warmth of her mouth against mine, the life behind it, her energy, the smell of her blood, all of it was so enticing that I could hardly think about anything but my need for this one woman.
Rena.
In all her reincarnations.
I had a feeling this one would be the last. No more waiting. No more fighting the filthy beasts over the love of my life.
