Getting Schooled (Craving #9) Page 2

  Naturally when she spoke out in class, and I heard the sound of her voice, it was like a siren calling me to my death with the prospects of experiencing the most exhilarating, mind-shattering pleasure of my entire fucking life. From there, it only got worse.

  The way she uncrossed and crossed her legs, making sure the flawless skin of her thighs kept my attention. And the way she challenged me with her subtle sexual innuendos—it was different. She was different.

  Olivia Reed. Somehow the name suited her perfectly.

  Most girls here thought they were in touch with their sexuality, but in fact they were merely being controlled by hormones, which made them lower their standards and make stupid mistakes. But not Olivia. For a man like me, it was clear as fucking daylight she was the kind of woman who was so in touch with her own sexuality, her own primal needs, it was fucking intoxicating. She wore it like a second skin. To some, it would seem intimidating, but to me, it seemed nothing short of inviting.

  Then there was the whole conversation between her and one of the jocks. I almost laughed out loud when she pretended to be interested in him. A guy like Thomas James didn’t have the balls to handle a woman like her. In fact, I was willing to bet my life he wouldn’t even make it past second base without coming in his pants like a prepubescent teenager. But I still didn’t like it, the way she looked at him, smiling at him, batting her pretty dark eyelashes at him. Did he even notice the color of her eyes?

  Her irises were so blue, they looked like sapphires from across the room. God, I wanted to see how they would shimmer and shine while she stared up at me with my dick stuffed in her mouth.

  After class when she stayed behind—which was probably on purpose—there was this constant battle between my head and my dick.

  She’s a student.

  So what?

  I’m her professor.

  Not a problem.

  It’s unethical.

  Still not a problem.

  And dear God, when I crouched down in front of her, reaching for the piece of paper neither one of us had any interest in, the smell of her skin sent a shockwave of undiluted lust straight up my goddamn spine. My tongue was begging me to let it lick its way up her inner leg, all the way across her thigh.

  She smelled like sweet vanilla—but my instincts told me this girl was anything but sweet…or vanilla.

  After she left my classroom, I had to adjust my cock since it was pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants. Fuck me, I felt like one giant hard-on. But I had to focus. I had to get my shit together. Years I walked these halls, never giving any of the girls a second glance. Then today, in walked the new girl, and all my inhibitions get tossed to the fucking wind.

  Finally, once I managed to get all the sinful, dirty thoughts under control, I headed for the library. My students had a poem to read and think about, and going to the library gave me a good indication of which students actually took their assignments seriously. It was usually the students who sat at the tables reading everything they could find on the subject.

  With my briefcase in hand, I walked into the library. It wasn’t as crowded as usual, and as my gaze swept across the open space, I spotted the blonde almost immediately. Olivia.

  Sitting at one of the tables reading a book, completely unaware of me staring at her, she looked like a goddess. For a minute, I admired her, taking her in, soaking up the beauty and raw sexuality she exuded. From our brief encounter earlier, I was almost certain she had the power to cause a lot of trouble for me—thrilling, wild, wickedly bad trouble.

  She looked up and caught my eye. Not only was she laced with sex appeal, she was also one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. Red lips curved in an alluring smile, and I took it as an invitation to walk on over.

  “Miss Reed,” I started before taking a seat across from her, “may I ask what you’re reading?”

  She held up the book for me to see, and I had to snicker. “Gabriel’s Inferno?”

  She placed the book down. “I thought I’d do a little research of my own on The Divine Comedy.” She shrugged. “You know, for our assignment.”

  A grin remained on my face as I brushed my thumb and forefinger across my five o’clock shadow. “I’m not sure that’s the right kind of novel you need to research.”

  Olivia leaned with her elbows on the table, and my eyes dropped to the two buttons of her tight-fitted shirt, which remained unfastened. I took a deep breath when I got a glimpse of the swell of her breasts. Golden tanned skin beckoned me to stare longer, to try and look further down her blouse.

  “And why do you say that, Professor?” When my gaze cut to hers, those red lips carried a sexy as fuck smirk.

  I cleared my throat. “Gabriel’s Inferno is fiction, Miss Reed. It’s not about the poem itself.”

  “So you’ve read it?” Her eyebrows lifted.

  “I’ve heard about it.”

  “So then you know it’s about a college professor who seduces one of his students.” She sat back, pulling her hand through her golden curls.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t they fall in love?”

  “They do. But like most relationships, seduction is the precursor to falling in love. Without the art of seduction, you can’t find the beauty of love, Professor Scott.” Every word she spoke left her lips with soft appeal, luring me in like bait.

  With my eyes fixed on hers, I tapped my finger lightly on the table in front of me. Mostly because I needed to do something so I could ignore the fire burning in my loins for a student. A fucking student. Jesus Christ, this wasn’t happening. I had to leave…now.

  “Well,” I got up and grabbed my briefcase, “I have lacrosse practice to get to.” I glanced at the book in her hand, then back to her. “Enjoy your book, Miss Reed.”

  “Oh, I will. I’m at the best part.”

  “And which part is that?’

  “The part where they fuck for the first time.”

  “Jesus,” I muttered under my breath, the lethal mix of her dirty mouth and come-hither voice slamming against every bone with a force powerful enough to make me want to bend her over that goddamn table, lift her short as fuck little skirt, and cream that sweet pussy of hers.

  I pulled my hand through my hair, feeling slightly less composed than usual. “Okay. Well,” I met her eyes, “let’s hope that part turns out to meet your every expectation, Miss Reed.”

  She smiled, her eyes speaking volumes. They were telling stories of satin sheets, dirty deeds, and a whole lot of fuckery.

  “I’ll see you around, Professor.”

  With nothing more than a nod, I sauntered out of the library, as far away as possible from the temptation strong enough to break me and bad enough to ruin me.

  Chapter 3

  Olivia

  It was late afternoon, the sun still beating down the early August heat. The smell of freshly cut grass hung in the air, and the sound of students buzzing around completed the overall ambience of a typical day in college life. There was something exciting about it, the freedom and carelessness of young people preparing for their futures, yet always wanting to have a good time. It was like college students were stuck in the middle between adolescence and adulthood. Almost like the best of both worlds kind of thing.

  Sitting on the bleachers, I watched intently at the prospective lacrosse players warming up. It was the start of the season, and every one of them would be playing their hearts out over the next couple of days, hoping to impress the coach enough in order to get a spot on the team.

  Speaking of the coach, or trainer…whatever. There he was, Professor Scott, wearing his navy blue ball cap, white fitted t-shirt, and black sweatpants, looking all sporty and buff. I swear to God, that man could have worn a fucking poncho and still look hot as fuck.

  I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air, willing my body to cool down. Ever since our conversation in the library, all I could think about was Dante’s poem and a professor getting his kink on with a student. Per
haps it was a little audacious of me to use the word “fuck” when I told him the best scene in the book, but it was a bold move I needed to make in order see his reaction, then analyze it. And judging by the way those cool gray eyes widened, his tongue flicking over his full lips, my analysis concluded that my daring move paid off. Using such a brazen word in the middle of a library filled with scholars, during a conversation with a professor no less, painted him a pretty clear picture. A picture of a student—a big girl knowing what she wanted, and confident enough to go after it.

  “You here for the try-outs?”

  I glanced down to the annoying person who ripped my attention away from the reason I was here in the first place…a cheeky little redhead wearing a white and yellow cheerleading outfit, and chewing gum like it was the fucking nineteen-eighties.

  “Yeah. I thought I’d give it a go.” I stood up and made my way down the bleachers.

  The redhead studied me with a scowl. “You don’t look like you have the moves.”

  I snorted. “Oh, you have no idea what kind of moves I have, so buckle up, buttercup.”

  “It’s Becky.”

  “If you say so.” With my back turned toward her, I sashayed my way onto the field. My gaze was fully focused on the man in the blue cap, and the second he looked my way, I shot him a coy smile before turning abruptly, making sure my skirt bobbed up so he could get a peek. Becky and the rest of her bubblegum gang walked up, and I decided to do a few warmup stretches.

  With my feet spread apart, I leaned down without bending my knees, going all the way down to touch my right foot with my left hand. I knew he was looking. I could practically feel his gaze smoothing across my skin, caressing me.

  Repeating the same warmup, I reached down with my right hand, touching my left foot. Just thinking about him watching me, staring at what I so proudly flaunted, made my body itch in all the right places. An itch I wanted Professor Scott to scratch over…and over…and over again.

  I straightened, flipping my hair back. And then I felt him behind me. “Gym. Now.”

  Shivers spread throughout my entire body when I heard the demand in his voice.

  “Yes, Professor.”

  He walked up front, not even caring to make sure whether I was following him or not. And when I glanced over my shoulder, the entire team was gawking at me, whistling and winking. Well, shit.

  The bubblegum gang glared at me, popping their pink gum. Did they not know that chewing gum open-mouthed was really unbecoming? Dear Lord, what was the youth of today coming to?

  With a skip, I followed Professor Scott all the way across the field. There was something in the way he walked, the hasty yet determined steps he took which made me feel just a little uneasy. Maybe I took my little warm-up session just a tad too far.

  He swung open the doors of the gym, and just as I entered, he grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall, glaring down at me with a fiery gaze.

  Yup, too far.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor.”

  “Like hell you don’t.” He placed his hands above my shoulders, cocooning me in, and I was once again surrounded by his alluring wild scent of black pepper and sandalwood. “Your little display out there turned the entire lacrosse team into one giant fucking hard-on.”

  I stifled a giggle. “Professor, I’m not sure your language is appropriate.”

  He cocked his head to the side, the amount of fucks he didn’t give clearly visible in the way he frowned. “I see what game you’re playing, Miss Reed. And it has to stop.”

  “What game?”

  He leaned closer, so close I felt his warm breath caress my cheek. “A dangerous one.”

  I bit into my bottom lip, loving the low tone in his voice. “What’s life without a little danger, Professor?”

  “This can’t and won’t end well, Olivia.”

  I sucked in a breath when he said my name.

  He glanced down, his eyes following the curve of my breast as it disappeared beneath my blouse. “You’re playing with fire.”

  I turned my face toward his. “Maybe it’s because I want to get burned.”

  The heat of his rapid breaths caressed the skin on my neck. There wasn’t a single part of my body unaffected by him right at that moment. The air around us was laden with sexual attraction, so heavy it made it almost impossible to breathe right.

  One of his arms came down, and I stopped breathing completely when I felt his fingers brush against the inside of my thigh. I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs wider.

  He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Are you sure you want to go down this road, Miss Reed? Do you really want to risk everything? For what—a quick fuck?”

  Oh sweet Mary, mother of Jesus. Yes!

  I lifted my chin, bringing my lips closer to his. “You tell me, Professor.”

  Fingers continued to caress the soft skin of my inner thigh, spreading an inferno of flames throughout my body, threatening to incinerate me, leaving behind nothing but ashes of lust on the concrete floor.

  “I think you’re a girl who knows what she wants.” He leaned to the side, bringing his lips to my ear, gently brushing it against my flesh, chills erupting across my skin. “But are you woman enough to take it, even if it means risking everything?”

  Through the waves of lust that crashed against every corner of my body, need pooling between my legs, I bit into my lower lip while I smiled. “Try me, Professor.”

  Without warning, he stroked my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, and a whimper crossed my lips as my eyes rolled closed.

  A low guttural moan echoed in the back of his throat as he leaned his head against mine. “Stop. Tempting. Me.”

  And then he was gone, leaving me there against the cold wall hyperventilating while my body ached and throbbed like a motherfucker.

  Noah

  What the fuck was I doing? This wasn’t like me at all. I’ve never had a student who got me all hot and bothered before. Not like her. Olivia fucking Reed. The woman with the cherry red lips who had me wanting to jump into the goddamn fire head first.

  When Olivia pulled that stunt by flaunting her ass in front of me and the entire fucking team, I wanted to roar like an animal and pop their goddamn eyeballs out of their skulls. The further she bent forward, the wider her inner thighs spread apart. My entire body was rigid, every muscle pulled taut while my cock strained against the need to fuck. And when the boys behind me started whistling, I wanted to tear my own damn skin off before popping their fucking eyeballs out one by one.

  It was crazy what this girl did to me. She had only been in my class once. Once. And it felt like I could pound through granite in order to get between her legs.

  And to make matters worse, I put us both in a situation where we were alone…together…with the undeniable sexual tension crackling between us. That was like pouring gasoline on the fucking fire. I just couldn’t help myself.

  Once I had her against that wall, her body so close to mine, I lost all control. Something raw and primal took over, and I didn’t give a shit that I was a professor and she a student. I didn’t care that we were in the college gym, out in the open for anyone to see. God, I was on the verge of fucking her right there, not caring who walked in. And as God was my witness, I wouldn’t have stopped. Even if we had a dozen pair of eyes on us, I was sure once I felt the heaven between her legs, not even a fucking gun to the head would have made me stop fucking her.

  But I knew what she wanted. I knew how she wanted it. A girl like her liked to play hard; they needed the thrill, the feeling of standing at the edge. It was what made her feel alive.

  Olivia Reed wanted to play with fire. She wanted to light the fucking match and burn everything down around us. And by the way my blood heated around her, searing the inside of my veins, I wasn’t sure whether I’d be strong enough to deny a woman like her.

  Beautiful. Ferocious. Strong and intens
e. She had every fucking ingredient necessary to turn me into a goddamn savage.

  Olivia was trouble, and I needed to steer clear of her before this game turned into something neither of us could handle.

  Chapter 4

  Olivia

  After behaving like a good little girl during cheerleading try-outs—and by good I meant not trying to seduce Professor Scott by showing my ass—I went to the locker room to take a shower. I still had two more classes left before the end of the day, and I was starting to grow impatient. Impatient and extremely frustrated. Professor Scott had somehow managed to occupy my every thought, seized control of my entire goddamn mind. I couldn’t even fucking blink without seeing his face—those enticing lips and steel-gray eyes.

  Even now while I stood under the pulsating water, lathering the vanilla-scented soap over my skin, all I could think about was how it felt standing so close to him, having his body boxing me in between him and the wall. It was like he had a direct line to every sexual molecule I had inside me, igniting an inferno of lust that made me covet him even more. Those cool yet intense eyes. Strong hands and taut muscles. Even the few tiny freckles you could only see when inches from his face added to the complete package of perfection which was Professor Noah Scott. Every guy on campus paled in comparison to him. Not only was he sharp with actual brains inside his head, but he was a Greek god personified, sent down to Earth to torture a woman like me with his undeniable sex appeal.

  I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

  But he was fighting it. I could see it in his eyes. While he had me pinned against the wall, I could feel the savage in him reach out, wanting to consume me. And I wanted that. I wanted him to possess me, to claim me, to make me his in every way. But as long as he fought it, it wasn’t going to happen. I knew him. I knew the iron will he possessed. So I needed to up my game if I wanted to crack him into giving me what I wanted. Him.