Chapter 62
He didn’t have time to look away before she spotted him across the room.
Her mouth curved into a grin, and she began to push her way through the crowd. When she finally emerged at the front, Adrian’s pulse quickened.
She was wearing a black skirt, so tight and short it seemed like she might as well have been naked. Her top was thin and strappy, barely covering her breasts, and her hair fell down her shoulders in waves.
She looked dangerous, her hips swaying as she walked toward him.
“You’re not a professor right now,” she teased, slipping into the stool beside him. “Are you?”
His eyes drifted down her body before he forced himself to look away. “Ivy.”
“That’s right,” she replied lightly, sliding a hand over the counter. “Two shots of tequila, please.”
The bartender raised his eyebrows but complied.
Adrian didn’t speak until he’d left. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Ivy grabbed her first shot and swallowed it quickly. “Why not? I’m an adult.”
“Not in the eyes of the university,” he replied tightly.
Her smile grew. “I’m almost a graduate. Are you really worried they’ll expel me?” She laughed. “And don’t give me that look, professor. I know the rules.”
Adrian didn’t reply.
But then Ivy grabbed the second shot and held it up to him, her eyes sparkling. “To rebellion,” she said.
Something about her words felt like a challenge.
Adrian gritted his teeth.
He wasn’t used to this. To having his willpower tested.
But in that moment, it was impossible to deny that he wanted her.
He wanted to know the taste of her lips, to feel the softness of her skin, to hear the sound of her breath against his mouth.
And maybe-
Just maybe-
He wanted her to rebel just a little more. To show him what she was capable of. To defy him and tease him until he was ready to explode.
Adrian met her eyes.
She raised her eyebrows.
And in the space of a breath-
He leaned forward and took the shot from her hand, downing it in one swift motion.
—
Later
Ivy’s heart was racing.
This wasn’t the first time she’d snuck out to a bar. But this was the first time she’d done it with a professor, much less one like him.
When she’d first spotted Adrian from across the room, her instincts had told her to run. But she’d already made it clear she wouldn’t back down. So instead, she’d walked over to him, ignoring the pounding of her pulse and the way her breath caught.
Now, she watched as he ordered another drink, his body leaning close to hers in the process.
She felt like she was on fire-every nerve alive, every inch of her skin screaming for him to touch her.
“Do you come here often?” she asked finally, just for something to break the silence.
Adrian looked down at her, his eyes dark. “No.”
Her stomach dropped. She could see the answer on his face before he said it out loud.
“This is my first time,” he replied. “I’m only here because I couldn’t sleep.”
Her breath caught.
So it was all because of her, then.
Ivy’s pulse thrummed. She wasn’t sure why, but it sent a thrill through her.
“What do you dream about?”
Adrian’s gaze held hers. “Do you really want to know?”
Something about his voice made her shiver. “Yes,” she whispered.
He leaned forward, his lips inches from her ear. “I dream about fucking you,” he murmured. “About pinning you to your bed and hearing you beg.”
Ivy’s knees felt weak. Her heart pounded so hard she wondered if it would burst.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
She shook her head. She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t be sitting here, listening to him describe filthy things he wanted to do to her. But the truth was-
Ivy wasn’t scared.
She wanted more.
She wanted him.
“Are we going to do it?” she whispered back.
Adrian laughed, but his eyes were dark and hungry.
“We’re not going to fuck in here,” he murmured roughly. “I want to be able to savor you when that happens.”
Her pulse spiked, but then he pulled back and stood up, throwing a few bills down on the counter.
“Come on, Ivy,” he commanded. “Let’s go to my car.”
* * *
Adrian had never taken a student home from a bar.
Hell, Adrian had barely even driven a car in years. But tonight, everything felt different.
He unlocked the door and watched as Ivy slid into the passenger seat, her body twisting just enough to show the curve of her ass.
He gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles ached.
This was insanity. It was reckless and dangerous.
But he couldn’t make himself stop.
Not when she looked at him like that.
Not when her lips were parted, her tongue slipping out just enough to wet the bottom curve.
He started the car, then drove through the quiet campus roads, not stopping until he reached the outskirts of town.
Only then did he pull over and turn off the ignition.
They sat in silence for a moment, listening as the engine cooled.
“I could lose my job,” he murmured finally. “If anyone finds out about this.”
Ivy didn’t speak for a second. Then, “Why are you doing it, then?”
He studied her face in the dim light, his pulse pounding. “Because I fucking want to,” he growled. “Because I can’t stop myself.”
Her chest rose with a deep breath.
Then she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his.
—
Adrian nearly groaned against her lips.
The taste of her was just as intoxicating as he imagined. Sweet and hot and sinful, like the devil had brought her straight to his lap.
He gripped her hips and pulled her onto his body, her legs parting easily on either side of his.
The feel of her skin against his erection was almost too much. His cock ached with the need for release, his balls tightening as she slid her tongue into his mouth.
But Adrian didn’t want it to be over too soon. Not yet. Not until he saw what she looked like with his dick inside her.
He broke the kiss and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“You have a fucking problem, Ivy,” he breathed. “You have a problem with obedience.”
Her smile was defiant. “And what are you going to do about it?”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her throat, then her collarbone, then the curve of one breast. When he reached the thin fabric of her top, he shoved it down, revealing her tits.
Ivy gasped.
“Quiet,” he ordered roughly.