Page 107 of Almost Ravaged

“You’ve been a nuisance since the moment you arrived on this campus.” I nip at her earlobe. “You’ve disrupted everything. You practically turned my world upside down overnight.”

It’s the truth.

In the span of a few weeks, I went from loathing her existence to eagerly anticipating every comment, every interaction, every moment she graces me with her presence.

She consumes my thoughts. On days I don’t see her, I’m a cantankerous bastard—a junkie desperate for his next hit.

“What are you going to do about it, Professor?”

My blood heats further. Fuck, that sultry tone might be the death of me. “I’ll tell you what I’m not going to do, Little Nuisance.” I pull back, and when I’m certain she’s focused on me, I lick my lips. “I’mnotgoing to kiss you.”

Her nostrils flare and her spine straightens. She’s indignant, just like I knew she’d be.

She opens her mouth to sass back, but I bring one finger to her lips, silencing her.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” I repeat. “But I’m not going to stop you if you kiss me.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. Doesn’t think it through. Doesn’t waver. She grasps my nape and takes full control, pulling my face down to meet hers.

Soft, plump lips press against mine, followed by the tip of her slick tongue seeking entrance. I open for her, kissing her back with just as much fervor.

Our mouths collide, passion exploding between us as we claw at each other. Her fingers dig into my scalp, urging me on.

Her wide, luscious hips feel like heaven in my hands. For weeks I’ve dreamed about cherishing these curves, and suddenly, it’s my reality.

I feed her my tongue, dipping into her mouth and savoring the sweet taste of coffee and mint, and guide her to my desk chair.

But before I can ease her into it, she breaks away and skirts around me so our positions are switched. Chest heaving, she smirks and shoves me into the seat.

Then she’s on my lap, straddling me.

I drag my hands up the backs of her thighs and squeeze. I nearly black out at the feel of her warm, soft skin. Quickly, I move them to safer territory, cupping her ass over her skirt instead. I squeeze again, driving her body forward with the urgency and possessiveness of a man obsessed.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I praise between kisses.

With a whimper, she rolls her hips, brushing the apex of her thighs against the raging hardness behind my fly. Then she’s diving in for more, her tongue in my mouth, stroking mine, her kisses drugging, hypnotizing. Her hips dance in my lap, grinding with abandon.

“We have to stop.” I bracket her waist and squeeze for emphasis.

She releases my mouth and pulls back. The move causes her copper tresses to fall forward so her hair frames our faces.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” She rubs the tip of her nose against mine, then does a slow, languid roll of her hips that sends ravenous need through my cock.

“Such a fucking nuisance.” I nip at her lips and slide my hands up the length of her spine. When I reach her shoulders, I wrap my arms around her and guide her back down.

She wiggles out of my hold before our bodies fully connect, slipping off my lap and slinking to the floor.

“What are you doing?” I demand, instantly missing her heat and softness.

“Crawling under the desk and getting back on my knees like you wanted, Professor.”

My cock pulsates in response to the taunt.Jesus H.

Fingers trailing down my thighs, she positions herself between my legs.

“Look at you,” I praise, stroking her cheek. “On your knees for me, lips swollen, your inner thighs probably drenched from the way you’ve been grinding in my lap.”

Her pupils blow out, and her breathing stutters.