Page 3 of Lesbian Professor (Sapphic Sweethearts #6)

Polly

W e leave the bar, and I look around. Where’s her car?

Who is going to drive? But before I can ask, Noelle puts her hand on my throat and pulls me toward her.

Then she kisses me fiercely, passionately, deeply.

She kisses me like she’s been dreaming of this for weeks, and somehow, I kind of think she has.

I kiss her back. For a moment, I forget that we’re strangers, that we don’t even know each other’s last names. Her breasts are pressed against mine, her hand stays on my neck, and I kiss her like I need her.

Right now, I need her more than anything.

When I pull back, my panties are soaked.

“What hotel are you staying at?” I ask.

“I haven’t booked a room yet,” she says. “Drive us to any one you want. I’ll pay.”

“Checking in will take too long,” I say. “Let’s go to my place.”

“Where do you live?”

“There.” I point to the apartment building just behind the parking lot.

“You walk to work?”

“Yes.”

“Roommates?”

“They’re out of town.”

“Let’s go.”

Noelle takes my hand and leads me to my own building. Somehow, the way she’s taking charge is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. She leads me toward my own building, and then gestures for me to unlock the door.

I do.

We walk into the air-conditioned building, past a set of stairs, and through another door.

“I like this place because it’s so secure,” I say.

“I didn’t ask.”

“I thought you might want to know,” I say.

“I don’t.”

Her curt attitude should upset me. She’s kind of rude and very direct. Still, I find myself able to look past all of that because I want her hands on me, her mouth on me.

“It’s not too long of a walk,” I say.

“Good.”

We go down the hallway, silently passing two of my neighbors. I don’t know their names, haven’t bothered to get to know them. I’m always at work or class, and I expect the same from them.

When we reach my door, I unlock it, and the two of us go inside. I close the door, lock it, and then she’s kissing me. Noelle pushes me up against the door, pins me there, kisses me over and over.

“More,” I say, whispering the word.

I want more.

I’ve never craved another woman the way I’m craving her. I’ve had some good sex, some really hot sex, some dirty sex. I’ve never had wild sex. Not like the sex Noelle and I are about to have.

I can sense it, feel it.

The sex we’re about to have is going to blow my damn mind. Actually, she might ruin me for other women.

“Stop thinking.” Noelle flicks my nipple over the shirt, and I groan.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you back with me, baby.”

“I’m here.”

“You are now. You were lost in your head for a minute.” Concern covers her face. Then it’s gone just as fast as it appeared.

She kisses me again, deeper this time. Her hands are on my breasts and then my waist. She slides her palms up, under my shirt, over my skin.

I’m on fire.

I’m falling.

I am chaos.