Page 25 of Professor Next Door

14. Tara

I went into my bedroom, alone, feeling drained and exhausted, despite my nap. The day had been terrible when the central air died, stressing poor Rikki and me almost to tears, and then Galen had come into the room, changing the entire day. For a few brief moments, he’d made the world far more incredible than he already had. Then it all slipped away.

In the end, I think we formed more of a bond than sex might have produced.

I slid into bed, pushing the duvet away, and pulling the sheet over me once I’d changed into a nightgown. I felt my body relax but my brain was racing.

What was he thinking in his office, alone? Was he remembering the moment he found me naked and asleep? Or the way I’d kissed him as he touched me, making me quiver and twist for more. Was he thinking about the way I’d touched him? I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The sound of his moans as he’d slid between my lips replayed. I could almost hear the sighs. My fingers clenched in my bedding, needing to touch something, anything. Him. Was I ever going to sleep tonight?

I needed to, I’d have to be up early to take Rikki from Amanda and make breakfast for Galen. He didn’t require much but I liked to butter his toast and spread jam on it. I liked handing him a cup of coffee. He’d never asked me to do any of it, I’d just started to do it when I’d moved in. It started out as nothing more than an excuse to spend time with him, a way to say ‘you matter’, but now it was a display of how much I cared. I felt good when I did something to care for him.

I knew things would change when I started my more senior classes, and if I managed to get into medical school. But that was at least another year and a half down the road. For now, I had time. If I was lucky, I might have enough time to convince him that we could make more of this than a business relationship. We could make it a real marriage, if we only tried.

Sighing, I rolled over, kicking the sheet away and pushing my pillow under my head to prop it up higher. How could it still be so hot? I sat up, feeling like I was about to explode. Exhausted, but unable to sleep, I decided a third shower was a good idea. Throwing my nightgown away, I marched across the carpeted floors to the bathroom, a robe over my arm. Galen was in his office so there was no worry there.

I pushed into the room, turned on the light, and headed for the shower. Except, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone standing by the far wall. I turned, my wide eyes going wider as I saw a very naked Galen standing there, his hand filled with the evidence of his manhood.

“Galen, I’m so sorry...” I started, but he cut me off. He cut me off by marching up to me, taking me in his arms and kissing me.

Shit! I was dreaming again! There was no way this was actually happening, was there? He’d definitely turned me down earlier, most definitely! He felt real, though, his tongue tangling with mine felt more than real. It felt hot, wet, and so delicious! I moaned into his mouth, letting myself go as we melded together.

I pulled away, needing to catch my breath, needing to know if this was real or if it was just yet another way for my brain to torment me. Maybe I’d fallen asleep in the bed, maybe…

“Tara, don’t go. Please.”

It was real, I’d felt his breath on my face as he pulled me back to his hard, broad chest. I’d heard the ragged need in his shaking voice. My hands flattened on his pectoral muscles, tensing to hold on to him. I looked into his eyes, unsure of what to say.

Instead of speaking I pressed my lips to his chest, just over his heart. I kissed him softly, my hands sliding down his sides, then back up to cup his face. “I’ll never go. Not as long as you want me here.”

Breath exploded from his mouth as he pulled me against him, picking me up to carry me to his bed. I went willingly, gladly, as he gently set me on the edge and followed. I realized I was quite naked but felt no shame. He didn’t look at me with disgust or ridicule, he looked at me with hunger and need. He burned for me, just as I burned for him.

This time he pulled away, pushing my hair back from my face as he looked down at me. “You’re sure? One final time. I need to know this is what you want.”

I paused as lightning made the darkness explode into white light.

Oh yeah, I was awake, this was real!

I didn’t say anything, I just shook my head in agreement as thunder shook the house.

We both had so much to lose if we did this. We could end up hurt, angry, and enemies if this all went wrong. If it went right though... we had everything to gain. I definitely wanted to find out how it ended.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

His lips claimed mine, filling me with no other thought than him as he invaded my body. He pressed himself to me, head to toe, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. He shifted, letting me breathe once again. Our breathing was rough, harsh, and labored, a sign of just how wild we felt. A wildness that matched the storm raging outside.

My hands were everywhere, learning him anew, but his knew exactly where they wanted to be: between my parted thighs. He moved to his knees, giving himself room to slide into my folds, and I felt every single inch of my skin go tight with arousal. I shivered under him, moaning when his other hand came up to my mouth, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip.

“Open for me, Tara,” he moaned out, and I allowed my lips to part, his thumb sliding into my wet mouth with ease. “This is what I want to do. I want to open you, take you, and give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

His fingers slid over my clit, brushing it with a teasing flick, before sliding lower, down to my entrance. A single finger slid into my wet heat, and I thought I’d fly off the bed. It felt so very different from anything else I’d ever experienced. His finger was so hard, somehow unbending, filling me in a hard way that made me want to squirm, to move!

“Galen!” I gasped as he pulled his thumb away. “I...”

He knew what I needed, and slid down my body to push my thighs apart as his mouth found me, sucking at me in an incredible way I never knew could be so fucking good!

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the cry that wanted to escape as his tongue flicked at the button of my pleasure, and I ended up thrashing my head on the pillows that smelled of him. When his finger slid back into me, my body tensed and I felt the pressure inside of me growing.