Sinful Touch : A Dark Professor Romance

18. Liliana

Ifeel the bed move a little; Jax’s smell takes over me as he brushes the side of my face with his fingertips, waking me from a deep sleep.

“Darlin, I’m gonna move you,” Jax whispers and warns.

A whimper and moan leave my lips as I feel him lower the blanket and take me into his arms. I rest my head against his strong chest. For the first time in my life, I feel at peace, safe and secure. I have written about this moment and read about it, but I never thought in a million years that I would experience it for myself.

My entire body is sore, and I am beyond tired, but what happened a few hours ago will forever change me. No matter what the future may bring, this moment, the moments we have shared, can never be taken from us.

I was so tired after I gave myself to him that he had to put his shirt on me. I was just going to fall asleep naked, but Jax wouldn’t have it.

Not only did he dress me, but before that, he bathed me and washed away the blood evidence that he took me in a way that no one else had; he washed my entire body, kissing me and whispering things into my ear.

I was so tired I did not respond the way I wanted, I just laid there as he made the bath for me, then dressed me, he took me to his bed, and I snuggled right in, the tiredness taking me away from him.

I feel the cold wind on my face. I open my eyes. Jax continues to walk outside towards the detached garage. He pushes open the door, and the light turns on, showing five different cars.

He makes his way over to the black SUV, I hear the doors unlock as he opens the passenger seat and gently places me into the seat.

I lay my head against the seat as he covered me with his jacket, a small gesture that warmed my entire body.

Jax closes the car door and makes his way over to his side, getting inside without wasting any time.

He turns on the car and pushes the button opening the garage door, I keep my eyes on him as he looks back and starts to back up, his strong jawline flexing as he focuses on what he is doing.

He is wearing a V-neck T-shirt that allows the tip of his chest tattoo to show, and his arms are bare, showing off the two full sleeves. He is gorgeous in every sense of the word.

He puts the car in drive and starts to drive down the road. He reaches over and rests his hand on my leg, yet another book-boyfriend gesture. I do not even think he realizes how each thing he does affects me.

“What are you doing, Darlin?” Jax asks in a low, amused voice.

“Looking at you,“ I whisper.

A smile forms across his face, making him look much sexier in the dark.

“What time is it?” I ask, seeing the blackness around us. I must not have been asleep for that long.

“3 a.m.” He says calmly.

“Where are we going?’ I asked, watching him closely.

“Somewhere I can take care of you,” He confesses to me.

I don”t respond I just stare and process his words.

“It is important that you engage in self-care after we are intimate; you must let me take care of you,” he says, squeezing my leg.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“I’m taking you to my lake house. I have never taken anyone there before,” He says in a low but serious voice.

I hate that he feels the need to tell me that, that he feels that he needs to reassure me that he hasn’t done this with anyone else, but at the same time, I am grateful for it. He knows me better than anyone else does. In a short amount of time, he has figured me out, and I know he knows if he didn’t make that comment, I would have been asking myself if I am the only one he has brought to the lake house. At least now I don”t have to ask.

I hope that one day I will not be so insecure about him and that I can get to a point where the other girls he has been with don’t make me insecure. I have a bad habit of comparing myself to the women I have seen around campus and at the bookstore.

“Jax,” I whisper, unable to hide the guilt and shame I feel I need validation from him.

“I want you to know that you and I are different,” he says calmly but confidently.

“I trust you. I believe you,” I say back, needing him to know that I am not doubting him and that I will not let my insecurities take me over, at least not tonight.

“I’m glad, Darlin, because you walking away from me is never going to happen again. Do you understand me?” he whispers, the pain in his voice coming to the surface.

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I reply, knowing he needs to be the one to reassure him.

He squeezes my leg again, making me giggle as I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, the car is getting warmer, and tingles are on my skin from wear Jax is resting his hand.

This doesn’t seem real, but I don”t care. I never want this to end.

I lower myself into the tub filled with bubbles. Jax wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me back against him, and I lean back, sinking back into him.

He picked up the rag and slowly and gently started to clean my stomach.

There is something about his touch that makes me feel warm and fuzzy but also nervous and edgy. It is the weirdest feeling in the world.

Everything he does is so thought out and calculated. He wants to take care of me, to be the one to bathe me and wash away the dirt and sweat on my skin.

He leans down, resting his lips against my ear. His free hand starts to move in small circles down my chest and stomach.

“Sinful, that is what you are, Darlin,” Jax confesses in an amused voice.

“I think it is you that is the sinful one,” I say as I watch his hand disappear underneath the water moving closer and closer to my already pulsing pussy.

All he has to do is touch me, and I melt into his hands.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” He says as his hand continues to move down my body.

“When did you know?”

“Know what?“ He asks in a confused voice.

“When you wanted me.”

I feel my heart race with both my question and the closer his hand gets to my pussy.

He takes in a deep breath. “I knew the moment we ran into each other.”

“Really?“ I ask as his fingers move through my folds. A moan escapes me as I close my eyes.

He grabs onto my throat as his fingers move down and pushes two fingers inside my pussy.

My walls wrap tightly around them as he breathes into my ear.

“Yes, Darlin, from the moment you looked into my eyes, you had me.” He confesses with confidence.

“Me too.”

His fingers start to move in and out of me slowly, I arch my back he tightens his grip on my throat keeping me in place.

“We are forever intertwined, you and me. You are my drug, Darlin, my lifeline,” he confesses.

Tears form in my eyes as he continues to finger me.

“Jax.” I moan.

“I love you, now be my good girl and cum on my fucking fingers,” He whispers in a low dark voice sending me completely over the edge.

If this is self-care, I am already addicted.