The Professor's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 18a

“I can still take you home - and if you stay we don’t have to do anything,” Kelton said, the light circles he was drawing on my thigh sending tingles of pleasure through me. My inner wolf was going crazy.

“I don’t want to go home and I want you to do things… with me.” I wanted to slap myself for my awkwardness.

Kelton smiled hungrily and I desperately wanted to kiss that knowing look on his face.

A little squeal of surprise slipped out when he lifted me onto his lap like I weighed nothing. Despite the obvious, hard need I could feel beneath me, he acted calm and completely collected. “You’re sure you aren’t hurt, darling?” He brushed a stray strand of hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. I loved that he cared so much.

“I’m sure,” I whispered, his closeness was giving me goosebumps and making my mind spin.

“I’m happy to go at your pace,” he murmured. I knew that and I appreciated it.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in and brushed my lips to his. Every inch of me was humming with desire. When I pulled back, his eyes were full of l**t and love. I could see he was exercising all his patience to let me take the lead on how far I was willing to go. That was hot.

“I love that you are so caring and patient, but I’m sure. I want this.” I leaned forward and kissed him once again. I was getting the hang of this kissing thing. And while I thought I could never get enough of kissing him, I was definitely ready for more.

Briefly breaking the kiss, he stood. Then he resumed kissing me as he carried me to his bedroom.

My nerves were firing a mile a minute, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. It was finally happening.

“I want all of you. I want everything.” I murmured when he gently lowered me onto the bed. When he stood back up and just looked at me, it didn’t feel weird. I’d never felt so wanted in my life. His eyes turned hooded as they slowly raked my form from head to toe. Like he was forcing himself to take his time.

Feeling brave, I shimmied back off the bed and stood directly in front of him. Doubt flickered in his eyes, like maybe I was getting up to leave. Instead, I pulled my top over my head and dropped it at my feet. Then I kicked off my sandals and shimmied out of my jeans. I’d never undressed like this in front of someone before.

As werewolves, shifting requires getting n***d or ripping out of your clothes often. I never really paid any attention to anyone shifting or not. Nor had anyone paid any attention to me more often than not. I didn’t want them to. Attention was a bad thing for me in my pack. But Kelton…. No one had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me. His eyes slowly drank in my body, like he was memorizing me. The way his eyes locked on me had me trapped.

Yet, he still didn’t move toward me. A flicker of doubt flashed in my mind this time. What if I was the one rushing us? What if he was patient because he wasn’t ready?

“Do you want me?”

“Completely.” His voice had a husky tone to it that sent a warm shiver down my spine that settled in my core.

His eyes never left mine as I took a tiny step toward him, and pulled his shirt over his head.

Fu@k, he was even more toned than I remembered. None of the show-off boys I’d seen shirtless before compared to the perfect man in front of me.

Reaching out, I lightly ran my hands from his shoulders, over his sculpted chest, down his stomach to that sexy V that disappeared into his jeans. I grinned at the little hissing sound he made as my hands came to rest on his belt. I raised my eyes from his perfect abs back up his chest and finally met his eyes once again. I found that he was still staring at me. I gulped at the intensity in his eyes. When I unconsciously licked my lips, his eyes darted to them. And his tongue repeated the moment.

“You’re perfect. I can’t believe how lucky I am that you’re my mate,” I mumbled.

“I’m the lucky one,” he returned, finally reaching out for me. He cupped my face and pecked a soft kiss on my lips.

That touch sent some kind of urgency through me. I didn’t waste another second as I undid his belt, and popped the button of his jeans. I didn’t look down. I didn’t need to, to know that he was hard for me. I wondered if it hurt to have so much need and want stored in that thing. Maybe that’s why he’s so huge down there. Twenty years of built-up longing.

I still hadn’t looked down, but I felt when his bulge popped out, even though it was still contained in his boxers. It practically jumped at me.

Hooking my hands around the top of his jeans, I dropped to my knees and pulled his jeans down with me. My eyes strayed from his. In front of me I could see his monster c**k tenting his boxers. Fu@k, did I want it. I wanted to touch it, lick it, shove it in me. What would it taste like? What would it feel like? I didn’t really know what to do at first. I should have taken Maya’s advice and watched a bunch of p**n.

I undid the laces of his shoes. I needed his pants off. Like now. He reached down and pulled me back up to him, pressing his lips to mine. As we kissed. He kicked his shoes off and shoved off his jeans.

Soon we were breathless from the kissing and in just our underwear.

“You’re still wearing too much,” I mumbled. His resulting grin had my heart skipping. A split second later, his boxers were nowhere to be seen. He stood before me in all his perfect n***d glory. And he truly was glorious. The perfect combination of hard muscles and soft bronze skin. Is it weird that I just wanted to lick him?

When my mouth went dry and I licked my lips once again, he scooped me up. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his massive d**k digging into me like a fu@king homing pigeon, like it knew where it needed to go and was trying desperately to get there on it’s own.

Gently, he laid me down again, his fabulous body hovering above. The heat of his body set my soul on fire, but he still wasn’t close enough.

“Have you done this before?” He asked, I could see concern in his eyes. Mine, I hoped, only held certainty.

“No. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

“Are you... "

“Yes, I’m sure.” I cut him off with a smile before he could ask again. I knew he was only trying to look out for me but I wasn’t going to let him put doubt in my mind.

I. Was. Sure.

“I want you. I need you,” I murmured.

“I’ve needed you my whole life.” If I wasn’t already almost n***d and in his arms, I’d have thrown myself at him at those words.

He kissed me with so much love, I was afraid I’d die of happiness right then and there.

The way he alternated peppering kisses and sucking on my neck drove me wild. I was practically panting already and all we’d done is kiss, so far.

He worked his way down my chest and lightly bit my n****e through my lacy b*a. Gasping, I arched my back, pushing my chest harder into his mouth. In the next moment, he unhooked my b*a and suddenly his mouth was directly on my breast, his hot tongue swirling around my n****e.

“Darling, you are as delicious as you smell. I can’t wait to taste all of you,” he moaned. I wanted to respond that I wanted to taste him too, but instead, I just gasped some more as his mouth trailed south. Teasing, kissing, tickling. When he reached his goal, his fingers began to trace small circles that had me gasping again.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning my privates. I almost laughed as a line from an old TV show I’d heard quoted so often suddenly popped into my head, “Where no man has gone before.”

I’d touched myself before and given myself orgasms, but this was all new. I still had my underwear on and he had me moaning as he touched me through the lace. Thank goodness I wore a nice set today.

“You like that, huh? Use your words, darling.”

“Yes. I like it. I… I want … I need you inside me,” I mumbled, barely coherent. I already felt like I might burst any second.