But how?
Even if it was true, how could I confess my feelings to him? How could I let myself get carried away without risking my entire future and perhaps even my life?
I stared back into his smoldering eyes, the golden strikes that gleamed with his need, and fought against the urge to take off those jeans and ride him hard on my sofa bed. Ugh, even my furniture wanted me to drown in taboo sin.
My sex drive was another story. It was killing me. Since my birthday, I’d been horny twenty-four seven. This very boy, sitting before me, seducing me to do more nasty things to him, had unleashed a beast that night. Add that to the fact that I hadn’t had any action since the time I was with Joshua…
I fanned myself, begging brain to win this battle over pussy.
It lost.
Again.
I had serious self-destruction issues. I really needed my therapy. Thank goodness for embarrassment, though. That lady had saved my ass from taking that huge cock of my own student all inside me.
Why was I embarrassed? Well, the last time I had sex, I blacked out.
I was really enjoying myself with Joshua, and the last thing I remembered I was fucking coming for crying out loud. Then everything went black. I woke up in my bed, alone, covered in sweat, cursing myself to hell and beyond.
Why would I blackout during amazeballs sex?
Who does that?
Even though Joshua visited a few times after, hoping he’d have taken it from where we’d left off, I couldn’t embarrass myself again.
And if losing my job to another scandal that could set a monster free wasn’t enough to stop me from thinking about riding Alec’s cock, my humiliation for blacking out during sex was.
“You can’t say it because you’ll be lying to yourself before me.” He winced. “You feel something for me, too. Something strong. Maybe so strong you’re afraid. But I’ll protect you, Belle. From everything.”
“Could you please stop talking?” Every word, every whisper when he was this close, in need of my care, half naked, his taste still on my lips, was clouding my mind, numbing my rationality, driving me toward a path that would never end well. “You’re worse than the devil.”
His body stiffened, and he seemed to be…offended? “You don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s the devil that I’m trying to protect you from.”
“What?”
He glowered and rested his back on the sofa bed. “Nothing.”
I wasn’t going to drop it this easily. I’d been ignoring all the weird things happening in this town for my own sanity. But every day it only got crazier. Something was going on between the twins and Joshua. I knew it from day one. The feeling that it had something to do with me wasn’t an illusion. I had to get to the bottom of it. “Are you referring to Professor Asher?”
He rolled his eyes, his jaws tight.
I grunted. “So you only speak when you’re trying to get into my pants?”
He flounced like an angry trout, coffee powder falling off his arm and thankfully on the towel, not on the sofa bed. “I came here to talk to you. I wasn’t just saying things to get you into bed.” He held my gaze, his hand on my arm, rubbing it gently. “I want more. Much more. I want all of you, Belle.”
Damn. He was good at diversion. I was about to get lost in his eyes and melt with his lips again, letting go of what I wanted to know. A senior beating me at my own game?
Sorry, not anymore.
I, too, touched his arm. Holy fuck, he was made of rocks. My palm slid up to his shoulder and onto his chest. His heart skittered under my touch, and so did mine.
Not the best tactic, Belle.
It might be working on him; I could feel him dropping his guards, his body not tense anymore. But it was doing the same to me.
And when he held the back of my neck and whispered my name into my ear, his cheek to my cheek, I was giddy, my lashes fluttering, my pussy clenching.
Focus. Don’t look into his eyes. Or lips. Or the bulge growing bigger in his jeans. Fuck. Stop enjoying touching these unbelievable muscles and speak.
