Chapter 15
Caleb felt dangerously out of control as he hauled Daniela into a tiny room located off the main gallery. Once, on a previous visit to the Blue Star, he’d made a wrong turn on his way to the men’s room and had stumbled upon the closet, which was used to store old props and photography equipment.
Daniela stared up at him as if he’d lost his mind as he kicked the door shut behind him and advanced on her. She took three steps backward and he matched her step for step, until only a hairsbreadth separated them.
Nervously she passed her tongue over her plush bottom lip, making his dick harden in a painful rush. “What are you—”
He didn’t let her finish. Before he could help himself or even stop to consider the consequences of his actions, he grabbed her face in his hands and crashed his mouth down on hers.
The second their lips connected, he was completely lost. All thought and reason fled, leaving only need behind.
A raw, burning, all-consuming need that pounded through his body, through his groin, and made him wildly greedy for more.
At the first penetration of his tongue, Daniela gasped in surprise.
He took full advantage, thrusting deeply into the honeyed heat of her mouth.
She was so damn sweet, even sweeter than he’d imagined.
She tasted like paradise, and her exotic jasmine scent was as sexy and alluring as the fevered mating of their tongues.
When her hands slid up his chest and looped around his neck, he groaned low in his throat and pressed even closer, deepening the hungry kiss.
He kissed her because he had to. Because he wanted—no, needed—to feel the softness of her juicy lips, because he’d been driving himself crazy thinking about her ever since the day they met.
He kissed her because he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her tonight, outrageously breathtaking in the low-cut black dress that clung to her wicked curves and fueled his imagination with thoughts of sliding it off her body, one strap at a time, and watching it fall in a heap at her beautiful pedicured feet.
He wanted her a thousand different ways, under him, over him, any part of him inside any part of her.
His hands roamed down her back, spanning her small waist before, at long damn last, cupping the perfect mound of her ass. Her throaty moan of pleasure joined his own, making his dick swell even harder.
He braced his legs apart and crushed her body to his, white-hot fire shooting through him as his thighs pressed against hers and his erection dug into her belly. He wanted her so bad he burned. It was crazy to want like this. Pure fucking madness.
He bit her bottom lip and squeezed her ass, lifting her so he could grind his hard length into her.
She groaned and rolled her hips against him, the hem of her dress riding up her thighs.
He grabbed a fistful, wrenching her even closer, and when she sucked his tongue into her mouth, he almost roared like a feral beast.
Blood rushing through his veins, he whipped her around so her chest pressed flat against the wall. She gasped and then moaned as he pinned her there with his body, grinding his dick against the fleshy curves of her ass.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, bracing her hands on the wall for support. “Caleb—”
“Who gave you permission to call me by my first name?” he demanded, the words lashing her cheek. “I’m not your fucking peer.”
“Y—Yes, sir.” She closed her eyes, her face mashed against the wall as he ran his hand under her dress, caressing the silky skin of her inner thigh and sliding higher until he reached the flimsy strip of her lace thong.
It was soaked with her juices, so hot and wet he almost dropped to his knees to bury his tongue deep inside her.
He stroked her through her tiny panties, pressing the lace into her as he growled in her ear, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve been begging for this ever since you walked into my classroom.”
“Yes,” she mewled as he slid his fingers under her thong and found her slit. Hot, drenched, as soft and smooth as the bare skin of her thighs. He felt his boxer briefs dampen where he’d leaked several drops, and he knew he could fucking lose it at any time.
He kicked her legs apart and cupped her mound, making her shiver and bite her lower lip.
He rubbed the hard nub of her clit and she moaned, her hips rocking back into his touch.
She made him feel crazed, deranged, a wild animal stripped down to his basest form.
When he pushed one finger into her wet heat, her cry ripped through the tiny room and her tight pussy gripped him, sucking at his finger.
“Fucking hell.” His dick was so hard it was almost unbearable.
He curled a second finger inside her, and with his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back and slammed his mouth over hers.
She met his kiss with the same ferocity, the same frantic energy, the same primal hunger he was unleashing on her.
Their tongues swirled, teeth scraping as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, working her into a frenzy while his dick stroked between her ass cheeks.
“Professor Thorne…oh my God,” she moaned into his mouth, hips writhing faster as she pressed back against his hand, desperately riding his fingers.
He circled her clit and pressed down with his thumb until he felt her muscles tighten, felt her breath catch.
And then she was crying out and coming on his hand, her soaked walls spasming hotly around his fingers.
Groaning, he ground himself against her ass and strummed her clit, prolonging her orgasm while fighting to stave off his own.
Daniela was gasping and whining in her throat, her legs trembling so badly she would’ve collapsed if he didn’t have her pressed up against the wall.
Keeping his fingers buried deep inside her, he dropped his forehead between her shoulder blades and closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths.
Gradually a deafening silence fell between them, penetrating the thick fog of lust swarming his brain. Sanity returned in molasses-slow degrees, along with a healthy dose of self-disgust over the way he’d completely lost control.
Daniela’s sooty lashes flickered on her cheeks as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, releasing warm juices that dripped down her thighs.
He bit back a groan, but couldn’t resist wiping the moisture away and licking his palm.
She tasted fucking delicious, so damn good he felt like he’d just taken a hit of the most intoxicating drug, a substance so dangerous he was instantly addicted.
With shaking hands, he smoothed down her little black dress and turned her around. She blinked up at him, dazed and flushed, as he forced himself to back away from her, his dick throbbing painfully in his pants.
Like a woman in a trance, she lifted a trembling hand and touched her fingertips to her damp, swollen lips.
Caleb watched her through hooded eyes, every muscle in his body strained to the breaking point. “I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he growled low. “But if you stand there a minute longer, I won’t be responsible for what comes next.”
He watched her eyes flare with surprise and something else. Something that made his cock throb even harder. She opened her mouth to speak, but the look on his face undoubtedly warned her to reconsider.
She pushed away from the wall on visibly shaky legs and left the room, walking out on him for the second time that day.
And not a minute too soon.
Daniela didn’t remember returning to the first gallery, collecting her purchases from April and saying goodnight, then walking the short distance home.
Inside the moonlit darkness of her bedroom, she unzipped her dress and let it slide slowly from her body, imagining the silk was Caleb’s big, warm hands. She stripped off her sodden lace thong and stepped out of her high heels, then slid naked beneath the covers and stared at the ceiling.
The memory of Caleb’s mouth on hers, bruisingly hot and demanding, made her belly quiver and her clit pulse. She knew the man would be an incredible kisser, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined how far reality would surpass fantasy.
She felt a thrill of wicked pleasure, remembering the way he’d lost control and dragged her out of the main gallery.
If any other man had pulled a stunt like that, she would have been livid, and she certainly wouldn’t have gone without a fight.
But resisting Caleb had never crossed her mind.
Instead she’d felt a heady mixture of alarm and excitement, visceral fear and arousal.
She’d pushed him to the edge, and he’d snapped.
And, oh, how he’d snapped, she mused with a naughty smile.
She thought of the blazing intensity in his coal dark eyes as he’d backed her into the room, one dangerous step at a time.
She thought of the dominant way he’d pinned her against that wall, the way he’d ruthlessly invaded her body, the way he’d reduced her to a puddle of heat and need, making her melt all over his skilled fingers.
A delicious shiver ran through her veins and warmth quaked in her core.
She wanted him. Wanted him so bad.
And one way or another, she was going to have him.
But when she woke at the crack of dawn burning up with fever, she knew it had nothing to do with last night’s steamy exploits.
She had the flu, which would explain the headache and fatigue that had plagued her yesterday. She’d obviously caught the virus from her mother.
Great. Just great. Of all the years to skip my flu shot.