He stopped a few feet away from me, lifted his hand, and softly brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
“I wanted to apologize for my actions. Something came up and I had to leave in a hurry.”
“And yet, you still had time to write an ‘I’m sorry’ note. What the fuck, Mason? I gave myself to you. Do you have any idea how embarrassed you made me feel? You didn’t even have the decency to tell me you were leaving. Who does that?” I shook my head and averted my eyes to his chest. All the feelings I’d pushed aside from that night were rising back up. “You know, I’m glad you walked out. I really am. It’s better it happened that way. I shouldn’t have let things get that far anyway. You’re my professor, and my career means more to me than some random fling.”
I made a move to walk past him, but he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me against the lockers. I gasped and looked up at him in shock.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He brought his mouth down to mine and captured my lips. I tried to push him away, but the fight was useless. I knew he wouldn’t relinquish his hold on me. He opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue against my lips, and I opened up to him. It was an involuntary action. It was as if I had no control over my body when he was that close to me. I wanted him to take over, even though a part of me was telling me to kick him in the balls and run.
I moaned and his hands slid down to my backside and squeezed, but then reality crept in and I snapped out of the trance. I can’t let this happen. I brought a hand up and pushed him away, breaking the kiss.
“I can’t do this.”
He lifted his arms and leaned against the lockers, caging me in.
“I know you feel it, Emma. I want to see you again.”
I shook my head. “I’m not interested anymore,” I stated sternly as I looked into his eyes.
He dropped his head and chuckled. “I know you are. I can see it in the way your body reacts to mine. Your hooded eyes… shallow breaths… the blush on your beautiful skin… the light sheen of sweat on your forehead. You want this just as badly as I do, maybe even more.”
I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel, but I didn’t want to own up to it.
“Maybe I’m just nervous.”
He smirked. “You’re turned on.”
The man was going to get the better of me. I didn’t want to give in, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was.
“You’re something else, you know that? And I don’t mean that in a good way.”
“Meet me tonight. Let me make it up to you,” he pleaded.
I looked up and frowned. There was no way I could go back to his place. I couldn’t forget how humiliated he’d made me feel.
I shook my head and looked down at his chest, avoiding eye contact. “I can’t go back to your place, Mason. Do you have any idea how you made me feel? Like nothing. Like I was some piece of trash you could just leave behind. I’ll never understand how men think they can just walk all over women. It’s pathetic.” I moved to duck under his arm, but he lifted it and gently placed a hand on my shoulder, holding me back.
He tilted my chin up to meet his gaze and I noticed the frown on his face, as if he was also having an inner battle.
“This isn’t me, Emma. I don’t corner women in backrooms. But I’m telling you now that I’m not giving up.” He paused as he looked over my face, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. “You don’t want to go to my condo? That’s fine. I have somewhere else we can go.” He dropped his hand down to my hip and moved closer to me. “I can feel the heat coming off your skin, Emma. I know you’re turned on.”
I closed my eyes as he nuzzled his face in my neck and slid his hand down to my upper thigh, under the hem of my skirt. My breathing quickened again and so many things ran through my mind at once. Why am I letting him do this? Why does this feel so good? Would he take me right here?
I should have pushed him away, slapped him across the face, but every word he spoke was the truth. My body couldn’t hide how he made me feel. And even though my body was reacting in that moment and I was letting it happen, it didn’t mean I would let it happen again.
His fingers gently caressed the inside of my thigh until he reached the center and cupped me.
“You’re so hot for me, Emma. You can’t deny it.”
His hot breath on my ear sent a shiver down my body as he moved my panties to the side and caressed my lips with his fingers, causing a soft moan I wasn’t able to hold back.
“You’re wet for me, too,” he said, nipping at my earlobe. “So fucking wet,” he murmured softly as he pulled back.
He removed his hand and then grabbed mine. He brought it down and placed it on his bulging erection, causing me to gasp as he roughly rubbed my hand down his length.
“This is what you do to me, Emma,” he groaned.