Page 70 of When Hearts Collide
I want to hear her whimpers as she fights to escape, only to succumb to my need for her.
I want to hear her scream my name when she comes undone.
“I see you, Ryland Anderson,” her voice is a half moan, half whisper, “I see you and I’m not afraid of you.”
Heavy heat—anger or lust or a combination of both—sweeps through me with the power of a flash flood.
Her words shatter the last of my restraint and a low growl tears from my lips. Ignoring onlookers who have turned their heads our way, I drag her to the nearest garden shed, throw open the door, and toss her inside.
Before the door fully shuts, I have her pinned against the wall.
“Not afraid?” I rasp against her neck. You silly, silly girl. “If anyone finds out about this, your precious future—the one where you’ll go to grad school then travel the world teaching—will be ruined.”
The selfish beast inside me takes over, forgetting about the family reputation, the tenure opportunity, the IPO, morals, ethics, everything I’m supposed to stand for.
Illuminated by the faint glow of the sliver of light coming in from the door, I can see her eyes dilating, her hands coming up to where my arm is banded across her chest. But instead of clawing me off her, she wraps her luscious legs around me, the heels of her shoes digging into my backside.
“No,” she gasps, her lungs no doubt fighting the burn for oxygen. “I’m not afraid. Not when you’re like this, all sharp fangs and talons or when you’re giving me your umbrella so I don’t have to be cold from the rain.”
Her fingernails dig into my taut muscles, and the room feels feverishly hot. “You can’t scare me away, Ryland.”
“Fuck,” I grunt and release my arm across her chest to grip the two cotton-covered globes of her ass.
My hands knead the firm flesh, and I grind my throbbing cock on her heat. She whimpers and thrashes as I rut against her with nothing but my casual dress pants and her little cotton shorts separating us.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My dick hits her clit, and she lets out a mewl.
Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, I slam my lips over hers and drink the magic at the source, her sweet taste of honey and coffee giving me the highest of highs.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t listen to the faint warnings my mind is giving me—to tell me to step away and stop this before we reach a point of no return—I can only invade and take.
Take. Take. Take.
Sweeping my tongue in her mouth, I duel with hers for dominance and she scratches my back like a feral cat in heat.
The fight turns my vision black and overwhelming lust corrupts the last rational thoughts as my teeth scrap over her slender neck, biting the hammering pulse which has taunted me earlier.
“Ryland.” She lets out a tiny scream. I try to pause but she won’t let me, her legs clamping harder against my back. “More. More. I’m not afraid of you, Ryland.”
I lose my fucking mind.
My hand coils around her neck, giving it soft pressure—not enough to cut off her airway, but definitely enough to make her lungs fight for the precious oxygen.
“Still more?” I rasp. I hear the madness in my voice.
Her legs shake around me, her lips forming the words, “More,” and I lean in, my breathing heavy against her ear. “I’m not fucking you, Millie. This isn’t happening. You can’t break me. I’m your fucking professor and I. Am. Not. Fucking. You.”
Millie claws at me in earnest now, her eyes defiant as she tries to pull my lips toward her, even as she’s gasping for breath.
The fight in her is intoxicating. Addictive.
She succeeds and bites my bottom lip and a sharp pleasure shoots straight to my cock, which hardens to the point of bursting. She soothes the bite with her tongue and attempts to grind her hips over my aching dick.
“I’m not fucking you. But your little pussy needs me, doesn’t it? I bet you’re dripping wet, needing release. And I wouldn’t be a good professor if I didn’t take care of my student now, would I?”
Without waiting for her response, I shove my free hand inside her shorts, keeping the other caged around her neck. Swiping her panties to the side, I plunge my finger into her wet hot heat. She lets out a ragged scream and slams her head against the wall.
“You’re so fucking wet. So tight. Look at your pussy sucking me in.”
