Then he slips his leg between hers. Uses his hands in her pockets to roll her forward along his thigh.
The jagged gasp she lets out is a potent mix of thrilling and unexpected. The best surprise he’s ever received. He does it again, rocking her hips forward on his jeans, the denim creating a perfect friction.I needed you.
She swears under her breath, clutches at his collar.
“You think you can—like this?” he asks, in awed disbelief.
“I—I don’t know. Maybe.” Her head rolls back against the wall as she swallows hard, a shudder racking her body. “But—” She reaches toward his belt, but he gives a firm shake of his head. Like hell is he going to waste another chance to get her needy and breathless.
This could be their last time, and then he’ll accept whatever punishment is waiting for him.
Some depraved part of him wants to make sure he’s really earned it.
He flicks open the button of her jeans and drags down the zipper to give him easier access, her breath catching in her throat as she watches him. Every gorgeous moan makes him harder, like he could get off on her sounds alone. Then he hitches her higher, slides his hands beneath her panties to cup her ass. Her skin is so smooth and he’s desperate for more of it, dying to feel how wet she is—but there’s not enough time. If he touched her right now, he’d be completely done for. He’s halfway there already.
“You know,” he says in a low voice. “I think you lied when you said you weren’t easy.”
“Maybe I’m just easy for you.”
He rocks her harder. Faster. She starts to turn her head away, and he can tell she’s close—
“Nick,”she bites out. “I’m going to—fuck—”
“Let me see your face, honey,” he demands. One last memory of her like this. “Let me watch you.”
Honey.It just slips out, but it sends her over the edge with her eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly parted. A perfect shade of pink splashed across her cheeks and down her neck. Without any furniture in the room, her pleasure echoes, like he’s hearing her come in surround sound. God, she’s beautiful like this, and the fact that she let him watch her…the analytical part of his brain aches to process what that means.
Her breaths are shaky as he helps ease her back down, straightening her shirt. He kisses the side of her face. The top of her head. He’s not ready for this to be over—to never be this close to her again.
Maybe in January, he tries to reason with himself. If she hasn’t moved on. If she still finds him interesting. If this was ever real.
If, if,if.
Tomorrow holds his heart in a vise grip.
Then Ramona does something unexpected. With her tousled hair and eyes full of some emotion he can’t name, she steps closer.
And she hugs him.
At first he’s not quite sure what’s going on, even as his arms come around her. She dips her head, inhaling right at the center of his chest. This is different from when they were up against the wall, or dancing, or against his desk. Softer.
His hand comes up to cup the back of her head. Gently, he strokes her hair, letting himself relax for the briefest moment, listening to the steady sound of her breaths.
“Knock knock,” comes Angie’s cheerful voice, and they spring apart like two teenagers caught making out in the back seat of a car. Despite the fact that they all but assured this woman they have an entire sex room and that two minutes ago, Ramona was swearing his name. “You two all right?”
“Super,” Ramona replies, gaining control of her senses faster than he does.
“So, what do we think?”
Nick swallows hard. “I like it,” he says. He glances back at Ramona, who looks expectant. Somehow he can’t picture her here, though logically he knows that shouldn’t matter. “But I’m just not sure if it’s the one yet.”
19
The meeting is, as expected,a huge fucking bummer.
Keeping boundaries with studentsandup for tenureandI might expect this kind of behavior from a more junior professor, but not from you, Nick. Certainly not from you.
Dean Eckhart goes on and on, and Nick can’t do much but agree with her. Because he knows, heknowsthis was a bad idea from the beginning.
