Page 41 of Lessons in Touch

"Then we might have a problem."

She turns to look at me fully. "The kind of problem that requires privacy?"

"Exactly that kind." I check to make sure no students are watching us. "My car is outside."

"That sounds perfect…” she adds in a sultry tone of voice.

“Maybe we can go in a little while, after the museum visit is over and everyone is distracted,” I tell her.

“Just let me know, Professor,” she adds and then leaves my side, heading for a group of students.

I can feel my blood boiling with desire for her, but I know that I have to control myself. Rose grows more distracted as the day continues. I watch her struggle to focus on the displays or to participate in conversations with her classmates.

Her attention keeps drifting back to me. I can see the desire building in her expression.

By the time we reach the final gallery, I can barely concentrate on my own explanations. The need to touch her, to have her respond to me, is overwhelming. When she stops to examine a painted sarcophagus, I position myself directly behind her.

"The paintings here depict the journey through the underworld," I explain to the entire room.

To anyone watching, it looks like I'm simply standing behind a random student as she leans forward to see better. But there is closeness between us. The way my body shelters hers creates an intimacy that has nothing to do with academic instruction.

"Professor," she whispers. There's something in her voice that makes my pulse quicken.

"Yes?" I keep my tone professional.

"I think I need some fresh air."

"Of course, Miss Devereaux. Museum visits can be overwhelming."

“Can I go outside for a second?”

“Of course, Miss Devreaux. I will come and check on you in a moment, to make sure you’re alright.”

The other students don’t notice a thing. They’re caught in their own conversations, most of them clearly bored with the museum visit. I announce that we’ll be wrapping up soon and suggest they finish viewing the final displays. Then I look for Rose—and find her near the exit.

"Please walk with me, Rose," I say quietly. "I want to show you something."

She follows me without question, and I lead her through the museum's gardens. We walk in silence, heading toward the parking lot. The tension between us increases with each step.

All I want is to hold her hand, but that’s too risky. I can’t even touch her out here until we get to my car, where no one can see us.

My vintage Rolls-Royce with tinted windows is parked at the back. It will shelter us from prying eyes.

When we reach the car, I open the passenger door for her, and she slides effortlessly into the seat. I watch as her short uniform skirt riding up her thighs, immediatedly making my cock hard. Knowing that she’s not wearing a bra, I can almost feel how pink and hard her nipples are. And that makes my mouth water.

I walk around to the driver's side, taking a moment to compose myself. When I get in, the enclosed space immediately intensifies everything between us. She's waiting to see what happens next, and I waste no time.

Leaning over the console, I cup her face and trace her bottom lip with my thumb. I kiss her deeply and slowly, and my tongue slides against hers. She moans into my mouth, softly butdesperately. My cock is harder than ever, pressing against my pants.

Even so, I take my time, savoring her taste, the way her lips move with mine, the way we’re starving for each other. This isn’t just a kiss. We’ve been teasing each other all day. Our desire is a storm that threatens to ruin us both.

I pull back and look at her flushed cheeks and her parted lips. I need more, I know that much. She gasps, letting her hands run through my hair, and I feel her trembling. One by one, I undo the buttons of her blouse, each pop exposing more of her.

“You really aren’t wearing a bra,” I cup her breasts with my hands. Full and luscious, they feel incredible, the nipples long and hard, begging to be sucked.

“I would never lie to you, Professor,” she teases me.

And she pushes her breasts forward, teasing me with her perky nipples. I take her left nipple in my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. I flick my tongue over it, and she moans in response.