Steamy Bonus Scene
Bonus Scene
The gentle pattering of rain against the window made me open my eyes. I’d been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck. Images of Professor Hunter pushing me against his car were better than any dream. The feeling of his lips pressed against mine so much better than anything I could imagine in my sleep.
What was the point of closing my eyes if reality was better? At this rate I’d never sleep again. And the rain was calling to me. The rain always made me think of him.
Melissa was snoring quietly. She wouldn’t miss me if I took a midnight stroll. I shoved the covers off my bed and quietly found my flipflops in the dark. I’d never be caught dead in my pajama shorts and a tank top during the day on campus. But it was late and rainy. No one would be walking around but me.
I pulled my hair into a messy bun and made it out the door without waking Melissa. When I stepped outside into the cool autumn rain, I realized that grabbing an umbrella might have been a good idea. But I’d just go back to the dorms and take a hot shower after my walk. It wasn’t like I was going to suddenly be able to sleep.
I walked along the green, past the fountain and the library. My flipflops splashed in the puddles. There wasn’t another student in sight. It was like I had campus all to myself. Myself and the memories of the last time Professor Hunter and I had been in the rain together. That kiss. I brushed my fingertips along my bottom lip. God that kiss.
I couldn’t possibly stop thinking about him. One kiss would never be enough. I splashed in another puddle.
“Miss Taylor?”
I thought I was awake, but surely I was dreaming. I closed my eyes and let the rain fall against my face. For just a second, I let myself relive the kiss again. And again. On repeat.
“Penny.”
My eyes flew open. Oh God. I wasn’t dreaming. Professor Hunter was standing in the rain in front of me. Without a shirt. Just some athletic shorts and a pair of sneakers. The rain made his pecs and abs glisten. All I wanted to do was reach out and trace the path of the raindrops down his six pack.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
I didn’t expect to hear so much anger in his voice. For just a second I stared at him. “Going for a walk.”
He lowered both his eyebrows. “It’s pouring.”
I was well aware. The rain was the only thing separating us.
When I didn’t reply, he said, “And it’s the middle of the night.”
“I couldn’t sleep.” We’d never been this alone before. No one was around. All the students were asleep, the campus hushed. For the first time we were invisible to prying eyes. He’d asked me to stop thinking about him. But I couldn’t possibly. “Whenever it rains I think of you.”
His Adam’s apple rose and fell. “You should go back to your dorm.”
We both knew I had no intention of doing that.
“Now, Penny.”
Did he know I was seconds away from jumping into his arms? Kissing him again? Molesting his abs?
“Please,” he added.
I stared at him through the rain. I could see the war he was fighting with himself. He was trying to behave. Begging me to walk away. But his eyes told a different story as they traveled down to my chest.
Screw me. I followed his gaze, already knowing what I’d see. A see-through white tank top. Again. When I looked back up at him, he seemed closer. Like he felt the pull between us too.
“I’ll walk you,” he said.
“I have a better idea.” It still felt like I was dreaming when I reached out and traced one of the drops of rain down his strong chest. His skin was hot. I didn’t want to ever have to remove my hand.
I swore he groaned.
“Tag,” I said. “You’re it.” I ran up the steps of the closest building. Sharp Hall. If I was lucky, it would still be open… The door clicked when I pulled on the handle. It was my lucky night. I glanced over my shoulder. Professor Hunter just stood there in the rain staring at me.
And I waited in the darkness. All I could hear was the pitter patter of the rain outside. As the seconds ticked by, my heart rate accelerated. He’d come. Any second now…
I ran down the empty hallway when I heard the door click. I could picture this scene in my head so well. It was easy to imagine him kissing me against a chalkboard, like I desperately wanted him to do in class. Or him pressing me against one of the wooden desks. I ducked into the closest classroom. Yes, it was easy to picture, but I didn’t know if my wishes would come true.
Maybe he’d be furious with me for trespassing. Maybe he’d yell at me to go back to my dorm. Maybe he’d drag me there himself. I stood in front of the chalkboard and waited for him, hoping the scene in my head would unfold.
My heart was beating out of my chest when the classroom door opened.
A streak of lighting outside lit up the room for just a second. The anger was gone from Professor Hunter’s face. All I saw was hunger in his eyes. Hunger for me.
I stood completely still as he approached me. A small part of me told me I should run. That we were in the middle of a game of tag. But I’d never actually run from him.
When he reached me, he leaned down slowly like he was about to kiss me again. My heart was definitely about to explode. But instead of kissing me, he pressed his forehead against mine. For just a second, he breathed in my exhales, like I was the only thing he needed to survive.
“I can’t be it,” he said. “Whoever is it in tag is supposed to chase the other person. Don’t tell me to keep chasing you. You’re too beautiful. Too delicate. Too good for someone like me.” He sighed. “I’ll keep chasing you, Penny. I know I will. I don’t know how to stay away. I can’t stop.”
I didn’t want him to stop. And I didn’t want to either. All I knew was that there were stars in my eyes when I looked at him. And for just one night…we were invisible on campus. “Then I’ll be it.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.
This time I knew he groaned as he pushed my back against the chalkboard.
I buried my fingers into his thick hair.
“Tell me to stop.” His fingers trailed down my wet tank top and I stayed completely silent, minus my rapid breathing. “Tell me to walk away.” His fingers skimmed the waistband of my pajama shorts.
I kissed him harder. I wasn’t about to let him leave when I was so close to finally getting what I wanted.
His hand dipped beneath my waistband, his fingers hot as they slid beneath my thong.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
“Never.”
He brushed his thumb against my clit.
“Professor Hunter!”
He groaned again and slipped a finger inside of me. Nothing had ever felt so right in my life. I slid my hands down the muscles of his back. But I couldn’t even think about exploring his exposed skin. I was just holding on for dear life as his fingers fucked me.
Oh God. I wanted him. Every inch of him. But before I could tell him what I needed, he shoved my pajama shorts down my legs.
“Just one taste,” he said. “I just need one taste.” He dropped to his knees. His mouth was on me so fast, his tongue replacing his fingers.
Apparently I had no idea what I needed before him. Because this? I buried my fingers in his hair again. This was what I needed.
He consumed me. He devoured me. I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life. I slammed one of my hands down on the chalk ledge as his tongue slid deeper. A piece of chalk fell to the ground, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I didn’t even care if we broke the damn chalkboard.
His fingers gripped my ass harder and his nose brushed against my clit.
I shattered in his arms. Mumbling Professor Hunter over and over again. I wasn’t sure whether I was begging him for more or just chanting his name in praise.
One last slow lick, like he was savoring me. And then he pulled up my pajama bottoms as he stood.
For just a second we stared at each other, his heart surely beating as fast as mine. Neither one of us wanted the moment to end. I didn’t want to go back to pretending I wasn’t falling for him. I couldn’t go back.
He took a step away from me, like my skin burned him. And just like that, he broke the spell.
I brushed the chalk from my hands off on my shorts. He could stand as far away from me as he wanted. We both knew the truth. One taste would never be enough. Especially since I hadn’t even gotten to taste him yet.