Chapter 26

Tessa

 

 

I woke up panting, on the verge of a climax. My body had a film of sweat covering it head to toe. It was Ian. He was haunting me in my dreams. Most of the night was spent dreaming about the man who seemed to know exactly what my body needed. I found it shocking the man had kept those magical skills of his to himself for four long years. It was a crime! How could a man as introverted as Ian be that good in bed?

I stretched away the last tingles of the almost-climax and got out of bed. I was looking forward to seeing him. It was going to be hard to keep my hands to myself. I needed him again. Another shiver of delight shot through me as I imagined his tongue tracing a line down my body, straight to my center.

I want him again, but it needs to be done with extreme care. I can’t park my car at his house or vice versa. There is no way I can ignore the attraction and although it is probably wrong on about a hundred different levels—I don’t care. I want him and intend to have him. I’ll make him promise to be more careful. I could never live with myself if I were the one to get him fired. Even if the sex would be worth almost anything the dean could throw our way.

After a quick shower, I headed for the kitchen, knowing Maria was waiting. We hadn’t seen each other since the night of the charity event, and she had been blowing up my phone, asking for details.

“Don’t even think about denying me,” she greeted, handing me a cup of coffee. “I have waited too long. I want all of the dirty details.”

I grinned. “What makes you think there are any details at all?”

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t hide that glow. I have seen it before and even got to experience it myself a time or two. You got laid.”

I laughed, admitting nothing.

“That good, huh? Spill. Now.”

I debated how much I should tell her for about a second before I dove in. I gave her plenty of details, enjoying the retelling.

“He is the best I’ve ever had. My experience isn’t quite as vast as yours, but he is attentive, kind, and when it’s right, forceful,” I said, with a small shudder, thinking back to my night with Ian. The man had shown me a great deal about himself in that all too brief time together. I wondered if I would get the chance to learn more. I prayed I did. I can’t imagine going through life without getting a second chance at the man.

“My God. Jake needs to take lessons from his big brother,” Maria said, picking up a magazine to fan herself. “I won’t be home tonight. Jake is going to be a busy boy. I am going to give him a few pointers.” She winked.

I laughed before waving goodbye and heading out the door. I hoped Maria wouldn’t give Jake the play by play. I’m sure the last thing Ian wanted was his brother talking to him about his performance in the bedroom. Although, he should be mighty proud. He was a skilled lover.

I steeled myself before entering the classroom. I knew the moment I saw him; I was going to have an urge to rip his clothes off and jump him where he stood. I felt a bit like a tigress. It was a new feeling and one I was actually enjoying, despite it being a bit torturous to be so close to him and not be able to kiss him or run my hands over his butt before grabbing his balls.

“Stop it,” I scolded myself before I walked through the door.

He was at his desk. The moment our eyes met, that earlier feeling returned and I had to force myself to walk by him.

“Hi,” I said.

“Good morning,” he replied in that husky tone that told me he was as turned on as me.

Today, I had purposely dressed to tease him. I knew it was dangerous, but yesterday he had complained about my jeans. Today, I wore a flowing blue dress with no panties. I felt extremely daring, but realized it could have been a huge mistake. Looking at him got my juices flowing.

I quickly sat down and crossed my legs, willing my body to settle down. I felt flushed and had to fan myself. I could feel his gaze on me. He knew. The man knew what he was doing to me and seemed very pleased with himself. I guess it was payback for yesterday. He hadn’t been able to leave the shelter of his desk for both classes.

When he stood to begin his lecture, I had to look away. If I looked at him, I was sure I’d burst into flames. Then everyone would know.

“Miss McShane!” I heard my name. He was yelling at me. Why?

“Yes?” I said, trying to rewind the last couple of minutes. I had spaced out and not heard a word he said. My mind had been in the gutter since the moment I woke. It had only gotten worse with full-blown fantasies playing out in my head.

“The quizzes from yesterday? Do you have them?” he asked, his tone irritated, but his eyes saying otherwise. He knew he had caught me. That little twinkle in his eye that said he knew exactly what I had been doing made me blush. It was only a little embarrassing to be caught fantasizing by the person you were dreaming of ravishing.

I quickly looked away, stood, and grabbed the tests. I can’t look directly at him. I looked over his shoulder. “They’re right here. Did you want me to return them?” I asked in my best assistant voice.

“Yes, please,” he said, stepping into my line of sight. I looked away again, but not before I caught him grinning. 

He was going to pay for the hell he was putting me through. I took my seat and managed to avoid looking at him for the rest of class. It was horrible. I wanted to look. I wanted to stare at his ass and imagine ripping the buttons off of his shirt in a state of furious passion.

As soon as the last student left the room, it was I who slammed the door and locked it. He had been at the back of the room, putting away his props from his lecture.

He turned and looked at me stalking towards him. “Tessa,” he started in a voice full of warning. “The windows. We can’t.”

I didn’t stop walking. I reached him, grabbed his hand, and dragged him towards the tiny door in the back of the room. It was a storage closet, smaller than my closet at home, but it was a door, and it would provide privacy.

I swung the door open and pushed him inside with my hand against his chest.

“Tessa,” he protested, but it was a half-ass attempt to stop me. We both knew it.

I pounced. My lips pressed into his, grinding his teeth against his lips. I felt him jerk back in pain for a split second before he took over. I was out of control with need. His tongue was dancing with my own, our bodies pressed together partly because of the tight quarters and partly because I wanted to crawl on him.

His hands squeezed my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. I pulled back enough so I could speak. “I’m not wearing any panties,” I whispered.

A feral sound escaped from his lips a second before they crashed into my own. Now it was me wincing from the pressure of the hard kiss. His hands were busy pulling my skirt up. Once his hands landed on my bare ass, the intensity of his kiss kicked up another notch.

“Fuck, Tessa, you’re killing me,” he moaned, squeezing one cheek and moving his other hand down my thigh.

Our kiss changed from passionate to one of ardent need. Neither of us could get close enough or touch enough. It was all roving hands and lips. I wanted to taste every inch of him, but the tiny closet brokered little room for true exploration. His hand was cupping me under my skirt, teasing me with its closeness, but he refused to give me what I was dying for.

I rubbed against his hand, asking in the best way I knew how: without actually saying the words.

I felt him smile against my lips. “What do you want, Tessa?”

I kissed him back, gyrated again.

He trailed a finger between the folds. “This,” he whispered. “Or this,” he breathed a moment before he pushed one finger in.

Pleasure washed over me. I reached between his legs, gently running my hand over his pants before pushing harder. I could feel him losing the little control he had left. It made me giddy to know he was hot for me and me alone.

“Ow,” I muttered when he pushed me into a shelf with a thrust of his hips. I hadn’t meant to break the mood, but there was something poking me in the back. I’d get over it.

“God dammit,” he muttered, dropping my skirt and stepping back an inch.

“No,” I said, following him the short distance and pulling him into my grasp again. He wasn’t getting away so easily. I was only getting started.

“Tessa, we’re in a closet—in my classroom. I almost bent you over right here,” he said, with a hint of embarrassment.

I had to giggle at the situation. “There was no way I was bending over. There is not enough space for that.”

I knew he was right. The moment had nearly spun out of control. Thank God for that shelf or we would have had sex right there in the closet. That was far riskier than either of us was prepared for.

He grunted before reaching his hands around my waist one more time and pulled me in for another kiss. This time, he was slow and thorough. The passion was still there, bubbling under the surface, but it was reined in. My heart began to slow, and I cherished the slow loving he was giving me.

“We better get out of here,” he mumbled, pulling away once more.

I nodded and ran my hand over my skirt before doing what I could to calm down my wild hair. I opened the door and poked my head out, scanning the room. Neither of us wanted to risk someone waiting in the classroom for the professor.

“All clear,” I said before stepping into the room.

I quickly did another straightening of clothing before I looked back to watch him do the same. He was a mess. I smiled at the straining erection in his slacks and watched as he carefully adjusted, trying to disguise it.

He met my eyes. “This isn’t fair,” he muttered.

I winked. “Sorry.”

I closed the distance between us and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I have to go,” I whispered.

“I’m going to explode,” he whined.

I threw my head back and laughed. “Goodbye, Professor Dunlap.”

I made sure I properly sashayed as I made my way out the door. I wanted him to remember I was commando under the dress. That should keep him perfectly miserable and aroused all day. It made me giddy. I’m sure he wasn’t quite as thrilled, but it made me feel powerful, desired. It was a heady feeling I could get used to.