Page 245 of The Professor's Wife

Heat moved through me. His mouth traveled down my neck, his rough stubble scraping my skin. He found the place beneath my ear that sent pleasure racing through me, and my fingers tightened in his hair. Then his hands moved along my back. He unclasped my bra and let it slowly fall, his eyes looking heavy as my chest bared to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

The moment his mouth wrapped around my nipple, I shook, cursing aloud as sparks shot through me. “Oh, God.”

He sucked harder, and my hands found his hair, pulling to keep him closer.

“Tristan…”

He took his time with my breasts, sucking tenderly one second and then hard the next. One hand spread across my bare waist while the other traveled slowly over my thigh, pulling metighter against him. I moved over his lap, feeling the hard length of him beneath his jeans.

A rough sound left his throat. I quickly reached for his belt. He caught my wrist immediately.

For one awful second, I thought he was going to stop me.

He pulled back from my breasts and brought my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against the inside of my wrist, his eyes now fixed on mine.

The tenderness of it moved through me strangely.

Then he released me. I undid his belt and pushed his jeans down far enough to free him. He was hard and heavy in my hand, and the sound that left him was almost violent.

His forehead dropped against mine. “Daze.”

I stroked him once, and his fingers dug into my thigh.

“Fuck me, Tristan. Please.”

His other hand curved around my thigh, gripping hard enough to make my breath catch.

He turned us without warning, laying me across the mattress while remaining on his knees at the edge of the bed.

My hair spilled across the sheets. Tristan stayed above me for a moment, his hands braced on either side of my legs, his tanned chest heaving beneath my stare. His gaze moved over me, taking in my bare breasts and underwear that was all I had left on. Then he hooked his fingers into my underwear and dragged it down my legs before throwing it aside.

He looked at me. His gaze moved over everything I had exposed to him, and the raw hunger in his face made my body clench.

“Come here,” I whispered.

A dark smile touched his mouth.

He caught my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the mattress.

The sudden movement dragged a startled sound from me, but he was already lowering himself between my legs. His mouth brushed the inside of my thigh before his fingers found me. They rubbed along my clit the same moment his tongue slid along my sex, pulling a sudden, sharp breath from my lungs.

Oh, my God.

He watched my face as he did it again, slower this time, following the rhythm of my breathing. Except it didn’t feel like following. When he changed the angle of his hand and sucked a little more greedily, my hips lifted before he guided them.

“That good, Daze?” he whispered.

I said yes. Yes, it was fucking good. He had to keep going. He couldn’t stop. I needed this. I needed it more than I needed to breathe.

Suck me harder, circle your fingers along my clit—don’t stop, don’t stop—

The pressure built quickly, stealing thought from me. I gripped his forearm, my nails biting into the thick muscle beneath his skin.

“Tristan…”

“Fucking come for me, Daisy.”