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“I would lay in my bed at night and think about you, Matthew. About your kisses. Your hands. What it would feel like when you touched me. Wishing that you were in my bed with me.” I ran my lips over my mouth. “I want you,” I breathed. “So much, Matthew.”
“I told you, I’m not going to fight this anymore,” he said against my ear, before placing a kiss there. Nibbling at my earlobe. “I can’t. I can’t ignore what I feel for you, Noelle.”
We were still against the door, me trapped within his big arms, and I once again appreciated his height. Even though I wasn’t exactly short at 5’6, I loved the way he completely towered over me, and how his tall frame dwarfed mine. And God, with his head, tilted into mine as he held my face with his big, strong hands, I thought that there was nowhere else in the world that I’d rather be than in his arms. I shifted beneath him, still pushed up against the door, the wooden grain rough on my back, the door handle cutting into my back as he pressed me roughly against it.
His lips were back on mine, and the way he was kissing me—like perhaps he would die without it, without my touch under his—it completely derailed me from any other logical thought. All I could focus on was the feeling of his lips against mine, soft lips in stark contrast to the scruff of his not-yet-shaved beard against my cheeks. His tongue pushed against my lips, begging for entrance, and I opened for him, letting him in, feeling a little dizzy as our tongues swirled together.
Matthew’s hands moved from my face to my back, simply holding me closer to him. I couldn’t help but bury my fingers in his hair, messing up his perfectly styled strands in the process. I took pleasure in how I ruffled through them even as he kissed me harder, with more passion and intensity.
This kiss. It wasn’t soft, like the kiss we had shared after dinner. It was hard, commanding, maybe even a little sloppy, and full of desire. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan into his mouth as his tongue explored mine even further. I fumbled with the hem of his shirt, wanting more of him, wanting to touch the bare skin he always kept hidden away, wanting to memorize the lines of his body with my hands.
“Do you—” he asked, pulling away as his tongue, wet with saliva from both his mouth and mine, trailed across his lips.
The words hadn’t even left his mouth when I uttered, “Yes.”I realized that I would agree to anything this man asked of me.
“You’re sure?”
I nodded frantically. “Just shut up and take my clothes off,” I growled, tugging on the bottom of his sweater, pulling it off in one, fluid motion. Then I tugged at the buttons on his shirt, finally leaving it open against his skin.
And hell, maybe I was in heaven? Because the abs on his body were not what you ever expected to see on any professor. He was beautiful and sexy and, at this moment, at least for now, he was mine. I ran my hands down his chest, trailing over his nipples and down to his finely chiseled stomach.
He shrugged the rest of the shirt off of him, leaving it in a pile on the floor with his sweater. And then, finally, his hands were on me, tangling in the buttons of my blouse, pulling it open to display the red, lacy bra I had worn today.
“Did you wear this for me, baby?” He tsked, hands running over the straps, admiring the curve of my breast. “Pretty thing.”
“Yes, sir,” I groaned as he ran a thumb over my nipple, exposed even underneath the layer of lace. “Just for you.”
“Not sir,” he whispered into my ear, breath hot against my neck. “If we’re doing this—and we are—it’s just us. Noelle and Matthew, not anyone or anything. Okay?” I nodded, and he snapped one of the bra straps against my skin, causing me to gasp at the sudden sting.
“Okay,” I nodded.
He bent down, lips finding my neck as he placed open-mouthed kisses on it. I tilted my head to give him a better angle, to appreciate the way he sucked at my skin—the way he trailed down, sucking my covered nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God—Matthew…” I closed my eyes. No one had ever done this to me before.
He leaned into me further, so close now that his breath was again on my cheek, and his fingers found the clasp of my bra in the back, quickly undoing it and letting the undergarment fall to the floor. Then I was bare in front of him, wearing only my skirt and thigh-high socks, feeling shyer than I ever had around this man.
“God, baby, you’re absolutely stunning,” Matthew said, although his tone was light and playful as he cupped my breasts with his hands. “You wore this outfit just for me, hm? Noelle—” God, this beautiful man who looked at me like he wanted me more than he wanted air to breathe.
His hands were so large, but even they couldn’t fit all of my breasts in them. He massaged them before rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
“Matthew, please—” I pushed my hands up his chest. “More, I need—I need more.”
When he dropped his hands and put them on my waist, I pushed myself closer to him. I was so close that I could feel the bulge in his slacks against my thigh—God, the way he was already hard for me. I reached my hands out, palm cupping him through his pants. Matthew gave a sharp intake of breath as I also pressed my hard nipples against his chest.
“God, Noelle. Can you feel what you’ve done to me, sweetheart?” he murmured into my ear. And then Matthew tugged on the hem of my skirt, pushing it up, bringing into full view my lacy panties, red ones that were a matching set with my bra.“Am I going to find you all soaked and wet for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I moaned, and he placed a finger against the fabric, dragging it up over my folds, already sensitive yearning for him. Wet for him, just thinking about all the things I wanted him to do to me. Just from him touching me.
“Tell me who did this to you,” he said, placing his hand over me, cupping my sex as his thumb brushed over the hem of my panties.
“Y-you.” I rocked my hips into his hand, needing more pressure, more contact, something. “Just you. Only you.”
He hummed, seemingly satisfied with my declaration, hooked one finger around the waistband of my underwear, and gently pulled them off of me. I couldn’t help but notice the devilish grin spreading across his face as I trembled under his touch. When Matthew’s fingers reached my feet, I moved to kick the panties off, but he put up a hand, and I froze. “Matthew, I need—”
“Shh, sweetheart. I got you. Let me take care of you, Noelle.”
My eyes were on him, watching intently as he knelt before me, pulled the underwear the rest of the way off, and then stuffed them into his pocket before I could even open my mouth to protest. I raised an eyebrow but determinedly said nothing as he looked up at me, light blue eyes shining with want.
