Page 56 of Wicked Little Secret

She was teasing me, tasting me, imploring me to do the same to her.

Heat erupted from deep inside my chest. It blazed through me, traveling the length of my body until I felt like I was on fire. I was aroused, growing erect as I released a growl.

It vibrated from my throat, a hungry and impatient sound. My hand framed her face and I seized control. I kissed her harder.

I kissed her to devour her.

Our tongues twisted. Our bodies tugged and twined around each other.

We stood propped up against my desk, kissing furiously in the warm glow of my office light.

Nyssa pulsed with seduction. Her every move ensnared me. The rake of her nails against my skin. Her pouty mouth falling open for a moan. The way it became a game of cat and mouse, where she pulled away slightly, then made me chase her for another kiss.

Another lash of her tongue as I gripped her tightly and crushed my lips to hers.

It was only our first kiss and already I couldn’t get enough.

She was everything off limits and forbidden.

Everything I wasn’t supposed to have.

And it only made her taste sweeter.

We unraveled against my desk. Her head tipped back and my mouth found her throat. I peppered wet, hot kisses along the slender arc, inhaling her scent, hard as steel in mypants. She clutched at my arms and shoulders like she could barely contain herself.

My mouth slid down her throat until I was sucking on the space where her neck and shoulder met.

Soft, broken moans fell from her lips and became my favorite sound. Her whole body shuddered from pleasure. Her smaller hand grabbed mine—the one that wasn’t loosely collared at the base of her throat—and she brought it between her thighs.

An immediate groan sputtered out of me at the silken feel of such forbidden flesh. The heat that greeted me the closer I inched toward her most intimate area.

Her pussy.

I salivated at the mere thought, sucking greedily at her throat, kissing any patch of skin I could. My hand continued, slipping closer until I was cupping her pussy through the cotton fabric of her panties, and she was shuddering all over again.

“More, Professor,” she panted, nails scratching up my forearms.

I returned to her mouth to silence her.

A harsh kiss that was almost like a punishment. A twisted reprimand coming from her teacher.

So naughty. So wrong. Yet it felt so fucking good in the moment.

We shared in a groan as we traded hot kisses, and my hand slipped inside her panties. She widened her thighs to welcome me.

I was hard enough to come beforehand. When the pads of my fingers slid over the soft, slick folds of her pussy, it took everything I had to hold off.

Every ounce of control inside my body bore down on me and urged restraint.

I poured the unfettered temptation into our kisses, biting her lip and stroking her tongue with mine. All while my hand was busy inside her panties. I was rubbing her clit in slow, torturous circles and making her squirm.

“Professor,” she murmured as if it were the only word she remembered.

“Shhhh,” I silenced. Then I kissed her again. “You speak when you’re told, Miss Oliver. Right now, all you’re to do is come. Come on my damn fingers.”

We were lost to the moment, lost to the desires which ruled us.

It didn’t matter how wrong it was. It didn’t matter that, come the light of day, we’d be riddled with regrets.