Wild Desires: My Professor My Lover

Chapter Eight: Sizzling Hot Bodies

Mia's POV

He was trying too hard to see me, have me alone with him again. The girls did not understand why I ran out of the class each time before he could finish lecturing. They giggled when he asked that I help him carry a file to his office after a class, but were surprised when I left the class under the pretext of going to the restroom and did not return till after I knew he was gone.

I had Mag run the errands when he asked that I collate a certain research work from the class and bring it to his office. Mag argued but did it anyway. Each time he lectured, he asked questions and pointed at me to supply answers, until I started to avoid his lectures too.

After the encounter with him which I did not tell my friends about and his constant need to see me again, I avoided him even more aggressively. But there was a part of me that could not keep him off my mind. The dreams haunted me each time and I felt myself going crazy.

I had to go see him. I couldn't keep avoiding no matter how much I wanted to. He had already asked me to and I would.

A week after our small encounter, I summoned courage to go see Dr Malloy. I imagined that he had given up on my coming and was probably planning on another better way to meet me again. I still stopped attending his lectures and gave excuses each time we crossed paths.

What I felt when I pushed open the door and walked in was a sudden jolt of feral desire. For the first time after that one night, we were going to be alone in an enclosed space together. There were no probing eyes and no whispers. It was just us.

I could not tamp down the delight I felt at seeing him again. However, I hoped that this time, I would have complete control over how I felt about him.

"Look what the cat dragged in." He chuckled as I got closer to him. "Have a seat, Mia" He gestured to the chairs opposite him, separated by the large mahogany table.

"You don't address me as Miss Presely." I commented once I was comfortably seated.

"I will call you Miss Presely if it makes you happy." He replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

He had a pen in his hand and looked as dashingly seductive as he always did. He did not have to try hard, he was a walking aphrodisiac. The thoughts never left my head. It reiterated itself repeatedly until I could almost speak it.

"I don't want you to call me that." I protested, shaking my head.

We sat staring at each other for what could have been hours before he grinned, revealing a set of strong white teeth that I caught myself wanting to run my tongue against. The bliss of having to count his teeth with my tongue while he kissed me!

"That is to say that you are comfortable having me call you by your first name?" He asked and I nodded. Innocently.

My hair was not tied, I styled it in such fashion that the curls cascaded down my shoulders when I shook my head. He continued watching me with his hooded gaze, starting a small flame of desire within me. He probably didn't realize, but the longing within me was making me jittery.

Suddenly, the chair was not comfortable, and I found myself wanting to sit on his strong thighs. I hoped he did not notice that my eyes called out to him. We had not established why I was in his office in the first place, but all of that did not matter as we sat across each other, both of us hot with longing.

I felt the blush start to creep up my face as I grew uncomfortable under his intense stare, the look in his eyes causing me to remember the last dream I had. I looked away bashfully, not being able to meet his gaze anymore.

"You...you are stunning." He said at last, his eyes still never leaving my face.

"I assume that is what I came to hear?" I asked. I had meant to be cold, but from his gaze on me, I could swear that the words had come out sounding seductive, inviting. My voice was hoarse.

"There are a thousand and one reasons why I would call you into my office. If it is to pay you compliments, then it is absolutely worth it, dearest Mia," he said.

My lips parted on their own accord and I felt my sense of rationality start to slip into oblivion. Everything was happening too fast, I didn't have control over anything. Not even my own feelings.

"Mia, you are inviting me. Don't pretend to be innocent when I swoop down on you."

He warned in a hoarse voice as he got off his seat, coming round to me on the opposite side of the desk.

"I wouldn't be surprised if I was called in here to be swooped on, Dr. Malloy." I responded hotly, my tongue coming out to wet my lips. I was not trying too hard, but somehow, I felt I was playing the seductress.

"You have no idea what you are doing to me, do you?" He demanded.

I sat up and looked innocently at him. It was hard sitting still when he had come so close, but I sat there, my hands folded on my lap to keep them from moving on their own accord, grabbing his lapels and bringing his mouth down to meet with mine.

"I have no idea what I'm doing to you, sir. Let me know what it is I am doing, if it pleases you," I said.

He grinned, but did not say anything else.

"You know, the night I met you, Mia, I did not want to be at the club..."

"I did not want to be there either."

I said, but he only ignored my interruption and continued.

"Well, I was there to celebrate this job... my job here as a Doctor of mathematics, lecturing here."

I shrugged. "That is cool...I was there to forget a boyfriend. It turns out you were there too, and you helped me forget him indeed... I never wanted him anymore after that night..."

I did not have to go any further when he got off the table and picked me up, setting me atop the desk in one heartbeat. In the next moment, his lips were on mine, and I was momentarily paralyzed by the swiftness of the action, so that I sat numb for a while, letting his lips rouse mine awake.

When I kissed him back, it was with the same vigor that I remembered from our one night together. His hand cupped my breast and I moaned against his lips, my hot breath against his lips. I was moist and inviting and squirming in his arms.

His hand found its way into my blouse, up to my breast, and he cupped one.

"Rod..." I called.

He hushed me with a kiss that he deepened as I arched into him, my legs wrapping around his waist to leave him in the circle of my womanly heat. He pulled my shirt up and planted his mouth on one n****e.

I gripped him on one shoulder, my body trembling vigorously. I didn't know why I was in his office yet and I did not want to know. I simply wanted to be taken by him.

There were no inhibitions, no controlling what we felt for each other. When he moved his mouth to my other breast, nibbling and laving on my n****e, I started to plead that he take me, all common senses of mine flying out the window.

He trailed kisses up my neck, when his mouth was rejoined with mine again, I sighed in content against his lips. We were getting so lost in the pleasure that we didn't hear the knock at the door until I noticed the doorknob jiggling.

There was someone at the door.