Page 23 of Snowed in with the Professor

I shook my head slowly. “Let them. How can this be so terrible when it feels so very nice, so right?”

“You don’t care?”

I shook my head again and peered into her eyes.

“The only thing that matters is you. I don’t fucking care about anything else.

” I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull.

“This can be so damn easy, Grace.” My mouth was near to hers, but I didn’t lean in that last inch and kiss her again.

“Then take me to your room, Seth,” she all but groaned.

Christ.

Yes.

I had this carnal yearning for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel myself buried deep inside of her, but one that told me she was mine irrevocably.

She was pliant in my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest, her nipples firm, her desire coating the air like the smell of a recent rainfall.

Before I lost myself and took her straight up against the filthy wall, I had her in my arms. This slight sound of astonishment left her, and she hung on to me, her hands holding me like a lifeline. Her legs were wrapped over my forearm as I strolled down the hall to my bedroom.

Once in the room, I set her down reluctantly but kept her near, always having my hands on her. “I didn’t change the sheets,” I admitted. “They smelled like you, and I didn’t want to get rid of that.” Fuck, my heart was racing a mile a minute.

She peered over her shoulder to the bed, then back at me, licking her lips, nervousness and anticipation emanating off her in waves.

“Don’t be nervous,” I said and took a step closer. The lights were off, yet the brilliance from the city shone through the bedroom window, subdued only by the sheer drapes.

“Is it that obvious?”

I stepped closer and grasped her chin, tipping her head back slightly. She parted her mouth.

“I’ve never done this before, Seth.”

“I know,” I answered huskily. “I know, Grace.” I leaned in and kissed the top of her head, closing my eyes and just savoring the wonderful aroma of her.

“You want this?” I felt her nod. “I’ll go easy and slow.

I’ll make this good for you, baby.” I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt and felt her tense against me.

“It’s okay, love. This’ll feel fantastic. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I know,” she murmured. “I’m shaking because I’m so turned on.”

I groaned at that revelation.

She placed her palm over mine and urged it up, pulling the material over her tummy. She didn’t stop me, and in fact, arched her back for more. At the first contact of my bare flesh on hers, of my fingers along her soft skin, she gasped.

“That’s it,” I whispered against her mouth. “I could take every part of you right now until there was nothing left, and I’d still need more, Grace. It still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Then give it all to me.”

I curled my fingers against her side, knowing I’d leave scratches on her delicate flesh if I wasn’t gentle.

Moving my fingers up higher, I felt the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

My dick punched forward even harder. Covering one of her breasts with my hand, I dragged my tongue down her bottom lip at the same time.

I placed her nipple between my thumb and fingers and pushed at the already turgid skin, and she arched against me even more.

Over and over, I pulled at her nipple, kissing her like I was drowning and she was the only source of oxygen. I needed her entirely naked, needed her hot, soft body shoved against mine.

I craved the aroma of our fucking covering the bed, saturating this room.

I pushed my tongue down to the base of her neck and felt her pulse thumping furiously. I licked and sucked at the spot, pulling the blood up to the surface and branding her.

When it came to Grace, I was basic, savage. I wanted to mark her like she was my property.

If anyone owns somebody, I’m Grace’s.

“Seth,” she muttered my name, and it was so fucking lovely falling for her lips.

I wanted my hand prints on her body, wanted my teeth marks on her skin. I wanted her yelling out my name as I shoved in and out of her, as I made her tell me who she belonged to.

“Don’t stop.” She all but grabbed at me, pushing me closer, forcing her tongue between my lips in a frantic, unspoken appeal for more.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and in one fast sweep dragged the garment up and off her body. I put it away and instantly went for her skirt, fumbling with the button and zipper like some fucking schoolboy who didn’t know what the hell to do.

When that was off and in a pile with the shirt, I took a step back and watched her remove her heels. I was tempted to tell her to keep them on as I took her.

And then there she stood in only a pair of plain, innocent little white underpants.

“Perfection,” I muttered out loud, not meaning to.

This filthy need overtook me, and I found myself reaching down and palming my cock through my slacks like a dirty bastard.

“Grace.” Her name came from me on this strained whisper.

I was left there with my heart in my throat and a hard-on so fucking large I was amazed I didn’t come from the sight of her alone.

“Touch me, Seth. Please.”

I stretched out and grabbed her breasts, gently curled my fingers over the mounds till she closed her eyes and started gasping like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

I was already at my breaking point as I kissed her.

Moving my hands lower, I curled them around her hips and down to her ass, the mounds exquisite as I cupped them through the cotton material of her panties.

My cock throbbed; my balls drew up tight.

I wrapped my fingers under the hem of her panties and pulled them inward so they were bunched in the crease of her ass.

For a suspended moment, all I did was hold the globes while I kissed her, fucked her mouth with mine.

“Christ,” I panted. I was so damn hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life, like stone. I put my mouth to her ear and said, “I need you, Grace.” We were both breathing so hard. “I need to be inside of you now.”

She shivered in response. “Yes,” Grace whispered. “Take me.”

Any bit of control I’d had evaporated in that moment. There was truly no fucking going back now.