Page 42 of Until We Meet Again

I place her on the bed in only my T-shirt and take a step back, forcing myself to stop thinking about pinning her down and fucking her till she’s unable to stand. Instead, I head toward my closet, searching for a fresh shirt for her. "You should be more comfortable in this."

"You don’t want me naked, Professor?" With a confident smirk, she removes my T-shirt. My eyes naturally gravitate toward her breasts as she drops the black shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.

"Stop torturing me, or the next time I eat your pussy, you'll be begging me to let you come." My eyes remain on her as she slips on my shirt, fastening a few buttons while wearing that cute pout on her face. Unable to resist, I lean over the bed and gently kiss her beautiful lips.

"Better?" She extends her arms, revealing her now-covered body, but as she raises them, the shirt also lifts, barely concealing what I'm starting to crave.

"Not really, not when I know I can just…"

I move toward the bed where she kneels, running my fingers up along the curves of her thighs before tightly gripping her assand pulling her closer to me. I devour her mouth, running my tongue along her lips as my veins thrum with the need to claim her.

I abruptly pull my mouth away and release a low groan before reaching over her and pulling back the covers.

"Which side can I have?"

God, she's cute.

"Any side you want, sweetheart. I plan to sleep with you in my arms anyway, so it doesn't matter." The moment the words leave my lips, I freeze, wondering what the hell I'm saying. Cuddling in bed isn't really my thing—in fact, I hate the intimacy of it—but this girl has a way of making me long for any form of physical contact with her.

I watch as Tessa shifts to the left side of the bed, perching her ass on the edge. She lets her ponytail fall loose, allowing her golden locks to cascade down her shoulders and spill over her chest.

She spins around and tucks her legs beneath the charcoal-colored sheets, resting her back against the headboard. Her attention is unashamedly centered on me as I take off my sweatpants, revealing the outline of my hard-as-fucking-wood cock.

"Jesus fuck." My eyes snap to hers, thinking something's wrong, when I find her glued to my boxers.

"You good?"

"You're going to destroy me with that." I start laughing—belly laughing—something I haven't done in a long time, and as I fightto catch my breath, I hear her join in. "It's not funny, Zane. I'm terrified."

I join her on the bed and softly caress her cheek with my fingers as she giggles. "I promise I'll be gentle with you, and I'll only keep going as long as you're comfortable." She gives me a slight nod, and I gently guide her chin upward with my hand so she's looking into my eyes. "But make no mistake, Tessa, that will change once you're past the pain, and I know you're feeling exactly what I want you to feel."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that once I have control of your body and your pleasure, I'll fuck you so deep that you won't be able to tell where you end and I begin." As my hand slides down to her throat, I can feel her pulse racing, and the way she looks at me suggests that she isn't opposed to getting railed by me.

Gently brushing my lips against hers, I release my grip and settle down beside her, leaning back against the headboard.

"I'm sorry for how I acted in class today," I say, breaking the brief silence.

"I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction."

"Well, I wasn't expecting that kind of poem."

"I tried to write something else, but all I could think about were these feelings I was having toward you."

I reach into the drawer beside my bed and find her folded poem on top. Leaning back on the bed beside her, I carefully unfold it, remembering the exact emotions it triggered when I read her words earlier today.

"This fucked me up. I've never acted so unprofessionally in my entire career."

"Which part of it got to you?"

"All of it," I say, "but especially this last part." My finger hovers over the line.P.S. Do you still miss me?"It felt personal."

"The whole thing was personal, Zane. Everything I was feeling came out on that page."

"Your raw truth?" I feel a slight change in her energy as she nods to me. Her eyes driftdown to her hands, where she playswith the silver rings resting on her fingers.

"I almost had a panic attack when I realized you were reading them during class." I take her hand in mine, linking our fingers, hoping to provide her with some comfort as I recognize her go-to move when anxiety creeps in.

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