Voyeur

“I only want you.” She took another step, now only a breath between us which felt like nothing when she gave me a shy smile. “I want Clark Kent. I want the man adorably in love with the stars.” Another step until her breasts pressed to my chest and I pulled in a ragged breath, my cock twitching behind my slacks. “I want the man who looks at me like I’m more than any of those stars.”

“You are,” I immediately agreed. “You are so much more. I’m sorry for being a jealous asshole. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, and I know I’m asking you to trust a lot, but I don’t have another option. I don’t really want to work there. It’s not like it’s my dying passion. I just need to . . . for now.”

I stared at her, taking in her small features surrounded by sharp cheekbones. The dark eyebrows that made her eyes seem all the brighter. The almost non-existent dimple in her chin. The freckles you could only see if you stood right in front of her. All of it held my attention like it had from day one. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Her eyes dropped to my lips and then her tongue slicked out across her own.

I gave in to the desire and tasted them. I wrapped my lips around her bottom one and flicked my tongue across it. I went to do it again, but she opened her mouth with a moan and sucked me in. My tongue met hers and immediately my eyes fell closed becoming lost in her. It was so easy now. There were no pep-talks and stares before I could finally relax enough to close my eyes and become lost in the moment. It happened in an instant.

I didn’t flinch when her hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, until they dug in the back of my hair, holding me close. I didn’t jump back when her hips thrust in to mine, brushing against my erection. I became so lost that I almost didn’t realize when she began pulling back. She left a few more pecks against my lips before stepping away with a smile, her fingers to her lips as though holding my kisses in.

“We probably shouldn’t get carried away. Wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us.”

Nodding, I tried to collect myself, taking deep breaths and willing my cock to soften. With one last deep breath, I turned to pack up my bag, ready to walk her out when the door burst open.

“Ready for lunch, asshole?” Reed asked, only seeing me when he barged in. It didn’t take long though for him to notice her. She was kind of hard to miss. “Oh, hey. So sorry about that. We’re old friends. I’m allowed to call him asshole,” he tried to explain.

Oaklyn smiled at Reed and let out a soft laugh. “It’s okay. No need to apologize.”

Reed, the perceptive bastard that he was, walked closer, letting his eyes flick between us. Probably aware of every female student I had since I’d confessed my attraction to one of them. When he got closer, he reached a hand out to Oaklyn. “I’m Reed. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oaklyn,” she said, shaking his offered hand.

“Physics major?” Reed asked.

“No. Definitely not. Just here for an elective.”

Reed’s eyebrows rose at that, his mind clicking that this was the student who tied me in knots. He stared for a moment longer taking in all her features, and I wanted to wedge between them so he couldn’t look at her anymore. It may have been non-existent, but in my mind the silence lasted forever, and I needed to get Oaklyn away from Reed before he said something damaging.

“I hope you have a good rest of your day, Miss Derringer.”

“Thank you, Dr. Pierce.”

I almost groaned when she bit her lip holding my gaze before leaving. My eyes were glued to her until the door clicked shut. Even then, I still stared.

“She’s hotter than you said.”

I didn’t even bother denying it. It would’ve been a waste of energy. Instead, I grabbed my bag and walked past him.

“Fuck off, Reed.”

Lying in bed, I struggled to stay focused on the book in front of me. My mind constantly wandering to Oaklyn. It always wandered to her. Even when I hadn’t known what she tasted like, felt like, it had still been focused on her. Even now, I couldn’t fully explain what it was that drew me to her, what kept pulling me back. Maybe fate, an energy that my body recognized, knowing she would be the one to change me? I didn’t know, and I really didn’t care.

Tossing the book aside, I grabbed my phone and scrolled until I found her number. A text message wasn’t too much.