My Professor: A Nora Heat Novella - Page 10

“That’s me.” I stopped walking and faced him. “This should be good.”

“Okay.” He stepped sideways, smiling. “Well, have a good night, Zara. Thank you for not making me look like too much of a loser tonight since David didn’t show.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I’m always saving your day, huh?”

“You are…unless there’s liquid involved.”

I broke out in a laugh as he did the same.

“Okay…well, good night, Professor Grant.”

As if he noticed my hesitation, he walked closer to me and cradled my face in his hands. He stepped in closer—so close our bodies were practically one—and then his soft lips came down on mine. He kissed me slowly, sensually, taking his time with the kiss, pouring in so much passion that I sighed.

His hand came down, his fingers tipped my chin higher, and the tip of his tongue carefully traced the line between my lips. I lifted my arms, wanting to hold on to him, but he stopped me, catching one of my wrists and lowering it back to my side.

When our kiss broke, he smiled lazily and said, “Good night, Zara. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stepped away, hiking his bag up higher on his shoulder.

I watched him go. He looked back once with a smile before facing forward again and disappearing with distance. When I knew he was gone, I went into my building and up to my dorm.

My roommate wasn’t around again, thank goodness, so I flopped down on my bed, dazed and aching and drunk on that kiss, and ran the pads of my fingers over my lips.

It was just a taste, but he’d left me wanting so much more of him, and the truth of the matter was I knew I’d get it. If I wasn’t satisfied from what was only a sample make-out session in the library and near my dorm, he couldn’t have been satisfied either.

9

Cole

As soon as I entered my apartment, I dropped my bag and briefcase on the table, went into my room to strip out of my clothes, and started up the shower right away.

I was only punishing myself with my actions with Zara. I had her alone in that library and I swore to myself I wouldn’t act on any of my impulses. But then I asked for the key from Mrs. Bale, knowing it would leave Zara and me all alone, and then we were alone and out of plain sight on that aisle, looking for the book, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss her, to hold her, to press my dick up against her. I felt it all, and now I was anxious as fuck and my balls were sore and I needed to come.

I stepped beneath the warm stream of water and gripped my dick, tossing my head back and stroking myself slowly. My mind went back to that kiss in the library and how good it felt rubbing my erection against her. I wanted to take my pants off, snatch off her jeans, and bury myself so deep inside her until we both cried out. Something told me she was a virgin, and the thought of that made me pump my dick even faster.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, feeling myself building up. I’d have bet she’d look so good with her lips around my dick, like a goddess with her tongue lapping around my balls. If she was a virgin, I could teach her how to do that. I could teach her all the ways to please both herself and me.

A deep groan built up in my chest and shot out of my mouth. I leaned forward and planted a firm hand on the slick tile wall, pumping the base of my dick and watching the cum drip and trickle down the drain with the water.

I released myself, but realized my dick was still hard and throbbing. That took the edge off, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me.

I had to have her, but how the hell was I going to have her when it went against everything I stood for?

10

Zara

I woke up with way too much pep in my step. All night long, all I could think about was that kiss. As I got dressed, I hummed, and I continued humming as I put my stud earrings in.

“You are, like, so happy today, Zara.” I turned and looked at my dorm-mate, Astrid. She was still in bed, dressed in oversized sweatpants and a hoodie. I assumed she wasn’t going to classes any time soon.

“I’m just in a good mood,” I said with a shrug.

“Why?” Astrid asked.

I turned and picked up my bag, glancing at Astrid. She was scrolling through her phone while munching on a granola bar. I didn’t really know Astrid, and we’d been sharing the same dorm for nearly six months. I did know she had a Harry Styles obsession and that her favorite color was Laguna Yellow. (Yes, Laguna. You couldn’t just say yellow with her.) She spent more time out of the dorm than in it, so I never really had the chance to speak to her other than passing quick hellos and goodbyes…and now.

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