“Uh huh. I have a plan. I’m sticking to it.”
“Oh, lord.” Now it’s my turn to groan. I flop back onto the bed and try to will my raging body under control as I stare at the ceiling. “A Professor Dean West plan. God help us all. Not even the immediate possibility of mind-blowing sex with his extremely horny and lascivious wife will deter Professor West from his plan.”
He lowers his head to nip the side of my neck, lighting my skin with shivers.
“The plan involves two parts,” he murmurs. “And part two is a weekend filled with raw, hard fucking. I’m first going to strip you naked and kiss every inch of your gorgeous body. Then I’ll rub that sweet * of yours and make you come on my fingers before thrusting into you so deep you’ll forget we were ever apart at all.”
I can’t take it. I’m sweating. I’m about to explode.
Dean pushes his groin against my hip before pulling away from me, a shudder coursing through him.
“But you need to go now,” he mutters, the taut note in his voice betraying his razor-thin control. He pushes up from the bed with a wince of discomfort.
Even with this dictate of his, I’m beginning to realize he wouldn’t care if my legs are as hairy as a Wookiee’s. I’m beginning to think I wouldn’t care either.
Not if he plunges that thick cock into me and pumps like a well-oiled machine while rubbing my clit and whispering all sorts of dirty things in that deep voice of his… “Come on, baby, come all over my cock… gonna fuck you so hard, just the way you like it… squeeze your *… tighter…”
I press my hands to my flaming cheeks. I’m in serious danger of flinging myself on him and pulling off his trousers. Sinking down onto his cock and writhing up and down until I scream.
I could do it. Right now. Not even Dean has enough self-control to resist my full-force seduction. Especially not when we’re both burning so hot it’s like high noon in the desert here. He wouldn’t stand a chance.
On the other hand, the love of my life has a plan that involves the two of us alone after a long dry spell and over a month of romantic courting. And I have a bunch of sexy lingerie that he hasn’t seen in person yet. If I manage to restrain myself now, I could be ready for him right at the cusp of this insanely erotic weekend he has planned.
“Yes, I… um, I’d better go,” I whisper. I can’t believe I just said that.
“Yeah.” He rests his elbows on his knees and shoves his hands into his hair. His whole body is rigid.
“Okay.” I manage to get to my feet. I feel like I’m swimming against a rip current, moving against an opposing force. I don’t want to leave any more than I want to stop breathing. “I guess I’ll… I’ll go now.”
“Okay.” His voice is tight enough to snap.
“Okay.” I step away from the bed, all slippery and tense between my legs. I might come just from walking home. I might come before I walk out the door.
I grab a glass of water from the table and down it in three swallows before I pick up my bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Dean pushes up from the bed and yanks open the door. As I cross to it, he steps forward, as if he’s about to reach for me. Then he stops. Leans forward and presses a hard kiss on my mouth that makes my entire body flame. He lifts his head, his eyes dark as midnight.
“Go,” he growls.
Somehow, incomprehensibly, I walk out the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Dean
he’s gone. I pound my head against the closed door. She left less than a minute ago, and it’s like someone is squeezing the air out of my lungs. I need that woman in order to breathe.
I slam the locks on the door. Chain and deadbolt. Have to lock myself in or I’ll break out after her. I want to grab her and shove her up against the nearest wall. Rip her clothes off and fuck her until the earth trembles and the stars explode. Until the universe shatters.
I deserve a goddamn medal for my self-control. I can’t think. My blood is on fire. My cock is so hard it’s about to bust my fly open. And I just let my hot, sweet wife walk away from me. I told her to go.
I bang my head against the door again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I can still feel her. Smell her. Taste her.
I push away from the door and get my phone. My fingers flex. She’d run back if I called. She’s as jacked up as I am. I know all her little gasps and squirms. I know how close she was. She’d have come from one flick of my finger on her clit. She’d have come hard.
With a groan, I throw the phone back onto the bed. Grab a towel from the bathroom before shoving my pants and boxers down. I’ve spent the last month jerking off every night like a fifteen-year-old. I’ve got it down to a damn science, but it’s nothing compared to how it feels with Liv.
Right now it takes me about five seconds to come. Still not much relief. I want her.