The Professor (Forbidden Encounters 1)

Confusion clouds her eyes. “Then how would I?” Her brows crease into an adorable frown. The look of disapproval she gives me makes me sigh. I knew she’d never go for it.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Her eyes narrow to slits.

“That I can take care of you? Yes.” I brace myself for her angry words.

“Bryce, I can’t allow you to do that,” she says, leaning back against the hot tub.

“Why not? You and your sister wouldn’t have anything to worry anymore. I’d take care of you like you deserve.”

“I know how to take care of myself.

“I’m not saying you don’t, Abby. I’m saying you don’t have to.” I push off my side of the tub and cage her in with my arms. My face is a few inches away from hers, and I can see all the emotions flicking.

Anger.

Annoyance.

Want.

Love.

Fear.

She’s so used to taking care of herself, but I want to take care of her now. I want her to wake up every day without anything to worry about it. She’s done enough worrying. Between having to care for her sister and then what happened with her dad and how people treat her, Abby deserves a break.

“I can’t…I mean…”

“Shhh,” I say, not wanting her to say another word. “Just think about it.” Before I give her the chance to argue, I seal my lips over hers and bring my hand out of the water to cup the back of her head. I groan down her throat and suck her tongue into my mouth. She whimpers and it’s all I need to stand from the hot, bubbling water.

My cock is hard, pointing directly to her face. Her eyes widen and her mouth parts. There is nothing I want more than to fee l those lips wrap around my cock, but I don’t want that to happen here. I want her in bed where I can feast on her body like she deserves.

I bend down and lift her into my arms. She yelps, wrapping her arms tight around my neck as I step out of the tub to our balcony. I turn my head and steal her lips in another kiss. I can taste the fruity reminisce of the wine on her lips and I swear, it makes me drunk. Her hand cups my cheek, her fingers brushing along my scruff, and I fall harder for her in that moment as she deepens the kiss.

I step inside the villa, the curtains part as I enter the room, dragging over her like feathers before falling back into place. I lay her on the bed, still wet from the hot tub, but I don’t care. What we are about to do will dry us off.

I crawl over her and rip the triangles of her bikini to the side so I can see her tits. Her nipples are hard and pointing, begging me to taste them. I bend down and suck one into my mouth. She moans, arching her back. While my tongue flicks over the hard bead, my other hand cups the other soft, silken mound. I pluck her nipple and pinch it between my fingers. She’s writhing under me, clawing at the bedsheets, her head tilted back and her eyes shut.

I love how sensitive she is.

I love how she loses control.

“Bryce,” she moans, burying her hands in my hair. Her nails scratch along my scalp and the sweet pinch of pain has my cock jerking in my swim trunks.

Letting her nipple go with a hard pop, I kiss my way down her body and slide my fingers under the straps of her bikini bottom and tug them down. I growl when I see the soft patch of hair and burying my nose in it, inhaling her sweet scent. I lift her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her legs.

I flatten my tongue along her sheath and lick from front to back.

Her thighs tremble as she shouts.

It’s loud and no doubt the people outside can hear her since the doors are open.

I’m not going to stop.

I plunge my tongue into her tight hole, gathering her sweet juices and humming in appreciation with how sweet she is. She’s tastes like a fucking peach. My nose rubs against her clit as I eat her, rolling my tongue inside her.

“Oh god,” she cries.

I slide my tongue out and lick her lips before sucking onto her clit. I plunge one finger inside her, then two, then three, and she’s rutting against my face for more friction. “Bryce, I’m going to come,” she warns.