The Professor

Chapter 12

DALIA

“Will you be wet for me when I touch you?”

A shiver ran down my spine as Noah slowly trailed his tongue up my earlobe and a moan slipped past my lips. His hand went to my waist and his fingertips began to trace the waistband of my shorts.

“Dalia…” My name fell from his lips like a prayer and I slowly inhaled as I felt how hard he was when he placed his other hand on my stomach, pulling me closer to him. “Will you?” he added as he moved his hand from my stomach to my breast and I moaned again when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes,” I replied, melting into his arms, while he pressed his lips to my neck and I felt him smile against it.

“Good.”

His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear, making me suck in a sharp breath. Oh dear God. He curled his fingers, letting them slowly slide against my c**t before they slipped into my slick heat and a pathetic cry mixed with a whimper spilled from my lips.

“f**k,” he muttered hoarsely.

My eyes fluttered shut as he tightened his hold on me and began to stroke and caress me fast, his fingers firm against my c**t.

“Dalia…”

The voice sounded different this time and I drew my brows together but still kept my eyes shut, whimpering as his fingers kept moving fast. Each stroke sent heat shivering over my skin and I was burning up, aching with need. “Noah–”

“Dalia!”

My eyes instantly snapped open, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and when I saw Weston next to me, I blinked repeatedly. Huh? Weston’s brows were knitted as he stared at me and it took me a couple of seconds more to realize that I had been dreaming.

I had been dreaming about Noah. Oh my God…

“What exactly were you dreaming about?” Weston asked while I rolled over on my stomach, buried my face in a pillow, and screamed.

Fuck me. Having an erotic dream about Noah was the last thing I needed right now. I mean, I was still trying to figure out how to get my feelings for him under control.

“...Uh, are you okay?” Weston’s voice came again and I rolled onto my back as visions of Noah flashed through my mind. This was going to be a problem.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded and sat upright, clearing my throat. I wanted to scream again but Weston was already looking at me like I had a screw loose and I wasn’t interested in telling him what was messing me up. “What do you want?”

“We have differential equations.”

“Alarm set for seven,” I replied and he tilted his head while I began to lower my back to the bed.

“It’s eight-thirty.”

I paused, frowning, before glancing at the clock on my nightstand to see that he was right. “Crap,” I muttered and quickly got out of bed, heading towards my bathroom.

“If you’re not ready in twenty minutes, Wes will ditch us.”

“Wesley’s here?” I threw him a confused look over my shoulder.

“Yeah. He’s going to pick Evelyn up from the airport–”

“Evie’s back?” I cut him off, excitement evident in my voice, as I turned to face him. Wesley was Weston’s elder brother while Evelyn was Weston’s girlfriend and like an elder sister to me. “I didn’t know she was coming back today.”

“Twenty minutes, Dalia,” Weston reminded me and I walked into the bathroom, calling out a ‘got it’ before I shut the door behind me.

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This is it, Dalia… Be cool. Those were the words I repeated to myself as I stared at the door in front of me.

I’d spent several moments outside Noah’s office, trying to push what I’d dreamt of to the back of my mind so I would be able to keep my thoughts sensible when I saw him, and now I felt I was a bit prepared… Just a little bit. Okay, here we go.

I slowly took a deep breath and let it out, the sound echoing in my head, before I knocked on the door and walked in.

Noah was standing next to the bookshelf, his attention on a textbook he was reading, while music crooned from the bluetooth speaker on the desk but the moment I shut the door, his eyes darted to me.

‘Will you be wet for me when I touch you?’ instantly popped into my mind and I froze while my face began to heat up. Crap.

How long we stared at each other either lasted five seconds or five years. It felt like the latter, given that my entire body was tense.

“Good morning Dalia,” he said, breaking the silence with his hypnotic voice, as he walked over to his desk and it took me a couple of seconds more to snap out of it.

“...Ah, good morning.” I swallowed, tightening my hold on the novel in my hand, before walking over to his desk.

Keep it together Dalia, I told myself but that thought flew out of my head when Noah shed his blazer and my mouth dried up at the press of his muscles against his shirt. Damn. My eyes then slid to the dark jeans molded to his long, hard thighs, before getting stuck on the package in the front of those jeans.

My brain was not making this easy for me.

I swallowed before lifting my gaze back to his face to find him already staring at me and my eyes widened. He’d just caught me ogling him!

“I–” I what, b***h? I what?! I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, trying to come up with… I don’t know, an excuse? Don’t just stare at him! Say something!

Ah, the music!

“Stan Getz?” I said as coolly as I could, ponting at the bluetooth speakers while my heart drummed, and he drew his brows together slightly.

“Yeah? ...You know him?” he asked. Surprise was evident in his voice and I assumed that was because not a lot of people listened to this kind of music.

“I grew up listening to him. My dad loves jazz.”

“Wow,” he muttered as he gave me a faint yet heart-stopping smile. “My dad hates it. He says the lack of structure is narcissistic and he would rather listen to someone smashing plates all day.”

I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of me at that and Noah’s smile grew wider as he watched me. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and as my laughter died out, I saw what looked like an album peeking out of the bag in front of him. “Is that an album?”

He glanced at the bag. “Yeah. Maiden Voyage. I got it on my way here.”

“You have a collection?” I asked, taking off my bag, and he nodded, still smiling. “That’s cool.”

“Is that any good?”

“Huh?” I raised my brows and he gestured at the novel in my hand. It was a gift from Nova and I had only finished reading it minutes ago. “Oh, um… Depends. What kind of books do you like?”

“Thriller, romance, Suspense.” He looked comfortable talking to me – a stark difference from how he behaved around me before Tuesday – and I liked it. I really liked it.

“Have you read Rolling in the Dark?”

“I have. I loved it,” he replied and I couldn’t help but grin because that was my favorite book.

“Then you’ll love this.”

Another one of his dazzling smiles broke out on his face. “That’s high endorsement,” he said and I slid the book across the desk.

“Let me know if I’m right.”