The Professor (Forbidden Encounters 1)

Grinning, she peels off her coat and turns to me in her seat. My jaw slackens at the sight of the figure-hugging red dress with the plunging neckline. Her face is lightly made up with only eyeshadow and lipstick. Her chestnut brown hair hangs as a silky, wavy curtain around her shoulders.

I swallow. “You look ravishing.”

Taking me by surprise, she leans over and kisses my cheek.. It’s the first time she’s made the first move to touch me. It’s only a kiss on the cheek, but it means we’re definitely making progress.

“Thanks you look good too. You’re wearing a tie. I thought you hated ties.”

I mentioned it in one of our many entertaining phone conversations. “I’m trying to impress you.”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “You don’t need the tie to do that.” My breathing comes to a halt when she reaches over to loosen my tie and lift it over my head. Our eyes remained locked the entire time, making the innocent action… erotic. There’s a suspicious twit

ch at my crotch and I gulp. Abby in that dress is a major turn on.

“There,” she says with a smile. “Now what do I do with this?” She gazes at the navy blue silk tie.

“I can think of a few things.” They involve a bedroom and us naked. I’m sure she hears the sexual suggestion because her breath hitches and her cheeks flush pink. She tosses the tie on the back seat as if it’s suddenly become too hot to hold.

With a smirk, I tell her, “Buckle up,” and drive off.

Twenty minutes later, I park in an empty lot. Abby looks around with a frown. “When you said we’d go out of Oak Valley, I didn’t think you meant the middle of nowhere.”

I chuckle. “This is where the helipad is.”

“Helipad? What do we need with a helipad?”

“We’re taking a helicopter from here. When I said out of Oak Valley, I meant way out.”

Her mouth falls open.

“I hope that means you’re thoroughly impressed.” Her eyes widen and she nods, making me laugh. “Good.”

I jog around to her side and take a deep breath before opening her door. She places her hand in the one I offer, and I swear I feel a jolt of electricity shoot up my arm. It has to be in my head. I’ve heard people talk about the phenomena but surely it can’t be real. I swallow hard, as she gets out of the car. I forget to step back to give her some space so when she stands, we’re extremely close. Almost touching.

The need to kiss her?or just touch her in any way?arises. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been this drawn to anyone. Abby’s lips parts and her cheeks flush, as if she’s silently inviting me to kiss her. All I have to do is lower my head just a little…

She shivers, pulling me out of my haze. I blink and step back. Holding the lapels of her coat together, I say, “You’d better zip up.”

“I wasn’t shivering because of the cold.” She seems just as dazed as I’d been. Her lashes lift and her eyes widen. “I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.”

Pursing my lips, I fight back a satisfied smile. “Shall we?” I offer an arm. Even the innocent contact of her palm resting on my arms as we stroll across the parking lot is arousing. How am I supposed to make it through dinner if I react to her on this insane level? Jaws clenched, I steeled myself for the many hard-ons I’ll have to fight down through the night.

When we get to the helicopter, I hold out a hand to help her inside.

“Such a gentleman,” she says, grabbing my hand and then she steps onto the rail and lifts herself up. My eyes land on her ass, the dress inching up her thighs as she bends over.

Jesus. The woman is out to kill me.

I follow behind her and settle in the seat. I reach over to tug the seat belt over her, and our bodies are close. Our faces are inches apart, and I have the opportunity to kiss her again.

I want to. I want to so bad.

“Are we ready?” the pilot asks, breaking the moment between Abby and I.

I guess that settles that.

Her breath puffs across my cheek as I move away and buckle myself in. We put the headphones on so we can hear the pilot if he needs to talk since riding in a helicopter is louder. He flips a few buttons, and the blades start to spin above us.

I look to my left and see Abby staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.