Page 49 of The Professor
A minute later Drake opens the door and I feel a warmth spread over my body. Damn, this man does things to me. He looks unbelievably sexy. He’s wearing a green t-shirt that clings to his muscular body and dark jeans that hide his incredible cock. The sexiest thing though is the smile he has on his face.
He pushes open the door for me and I walk in. It takes him no time to tangle his fingers in my hair and kiss me. The way my body reacts to him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. But the way he treats me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced too. His touch is always demanding, but there is also a tenderness to it. I feel it a little more each time he touches me and I’m starting to crave it.
Breaking the kiss he keeps his hands in my hair and rests his head against mine. “I can’t seem to get my fill of you, Emma,” he whispers.
My fingers dig into his back as I let out a sigh. “Neither can I, Drake.”
Finally releasing me, he hits me with that sexy grin of his. “How about you let me impress you with my incredible cooking skills.”
“Lead the way,” I say, intrigued.
We walk into the kitchen and I can’t help but burst out laughing. He has two takeout containers sitting on the table with a battery operated candle sitting in the middle.
“Wow, that is impressive,” I say, still laughing.
He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses below my ear. “This will have to do until my kitchen is ready, but the dessert I have planned is guaranteed to impress,” he whispers in my ear.
A chill runs through my body with the promise of dessert. I’ve never been someone who I needed to have sex with. Don’t get me wrong, of course I wanted sex, but I didn’t need it. With Drake, I need it. My body begs for the next touch, for the way he makes me feel, for the release he gives me.
Pulling out my chair for me, I sit down. I’m not used to that, the sweet little things he does like pull out a chair for me. Popping open the lid of my takeout container, I grin when I see a burger and fries.
“I’m hoping you like hamburgers,” he says, laughing.
“Lucky for you I do,” I say, grabbing a fry.
He sits down and we start to eat. I tell him about the dean calling me down and that I told him just what I remembered. He was happy about that and reassured me that everything was going to be alright. And I believe it will.
“Have you started your intern application?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
Dropping a fry, I wipe my hands on the napkin. “No, I will soon.”
“That’s what you keep saying. Why don’t you just do it and I’ll look over it for you. If anything needs to be fixed, I’ll help,” he suggests.
I hate the thought of doing it, but I know he’s right and I really should get started on it. Plus, if he’s going to help me that could really benefit me. I just need to woman up and do it.
“Alright, I’ll get it done,” I say.
Smiling, he reaches across the table. “Good. Do you have any idea where you want to apply?”
“I always wanted to go to the east coast, I know they have some of the biggest and best practices.”
“Yes they do. You should get a list going of where you want to apply. I know a few people out there so if I can put in a good word I will,” he says.
My eyes swim with tears and I blink them back quickly. “You would do that for me?” I asked, shocked.
“Of course I would. I told you to chase your dreams and if I can help them come true, well that makes it even better,” he says, as his mouth curves into a smile.
Standing up, I stand in front of him and slowly unbutton the dress I have on. His eyes are locked on what I’m doing and when the dress spills at my feet, he watches it fall. He doesn’t touch me, but his eyes darken as they trail up my body. Standing in his kitchen in my black lace bra and panties, I can feel his eyes burning into me.
“I think it’s time for dessert,” I say.
He stands up and effortlessly lifts me into his arms and carries me up to his bedroom and straight through to the bathroom. I slide down his body, feeling his hard cock drag against me. He rips off his shirt and reaches into the shower, turning it on. Spinning around he yanks me against him and my arms wrap around his neck.
“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in this shower thinking of fucking you?” He asks in a deep sexy voice.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“You like that don’t you? The thought of me jerking off while I imagined fucking you against the cold tile of the shower. Listening to your moans echo around us while your sexy body is soaking wet,” he says, leaning forward to bite down on my neck.
