Lessons of the Past (4 page)

“Um…nothing.” He reached out and let his thumb trail over my bottom lip, causing my breath to catch and panties to dampen. “You had a little chocolate on your lip.”

“Oh,” I breathed, fighting the urge to take his finger in my mouth and suck the chocolate off.

I missed the chance and he licked the chocolate off his finger instead. “These are good,” he said, “but the banana nut bread is better.”

“Whatever. These are the absolute best.” I broke a piece off the croissant and stuffed it in my mouth. I had no idea what it was about him, but I felt drawn to him in a way I had never experienced with anyone—not even my ex-boyfriend, Aidan, who I had dated for over a year.

He glanced at his watch, then finished off the croissant. Leaning in close to me, he flicked his eyes to my lips then back to my eyes. “I have to go. But I really don’t want to.”

“Then don’t,” I breathed.

Javier’s eyes bore into mine as he brushed his fingers down my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “God...you make me want to break every fucking rule.” He stood suddenly and brushed a hand through his hair. “Thanks for the dessert. I’ll see you in class Monday.”

I had no idea what to say, so I nodded instead. He turned and my eyes landed on his incredible ass. Javier had the perfect body, but after spending time with him, I also knew he had the perfect personality—for me.

“Alexandria…” he said, turning and snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I glanced up to meet his eyes.

“Are you leaving anytime soon? If you are, I’ll wait and walk you to your car.”

I gazed at him for a second and he raised an expectant eyebrow. “Oh,” I finally said, glancing at my backpack. “Yes…that would be great.”

I reached for my health textbook on the table and placed it in my backpack, still feeling his eyes on me. Zipping my bag, I said, “I think I’m ready.”

Javier held his hand out for me and I placed mine in it. His fingers wrapped around my hand before pulling me to stand. I figured he’d immediately let go, but he didn’t. Instead, he gripped my hand and led me out of the restaurant to the parking lot.

“Where are you parked?”

I pointed. “The white one.”

We walked side-by-side to my car, our hands still entwined.
What the fuck am I doing?
I asked myself, but quickly shoved that thought aside as we approached my car. We stopped next to the door and Javier lifted my hand, placing a small kiss on the top of it. I melted into a fucking puddle.

“It’s been a pleasure.”

I nodded, and breathed, “Yes.”

He scrubbed his free hand over his scruff. “Look…I’m sure I don’t need to say this, but I’d appreciate you not saying anything about tonight to anyone.”

“Right,” I said, “the whole teacher-student thing. I get it. I don’t want you to lose your job, and I don’t really feel like being kicked out of college my junior year.”

“Good.” He heaved a sigh. “With that being said, tonight was…fun.”

“It was. And you’re not as big of an asshole as you come across as in class.”

He laughed. “I’m not really sure whether I should take that as a compliment or not.”

He should. Getting to see this side of Javier warmed my insides and turned me on a little. “It’s a good thing.”

He shook his head and leaned in close to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. My breath caught as I leaned into his touch. “Goodnight, Alexandria.”

“Goodnight, Javier.”

He walked away as I stood rooted to the spot, my thoughts scattering.

Finally, I cleared my head enough to open the door and get inside. I cranked the engine and music floated from the speakers. I smiled and laughed at the lyrics about a woman not wanting to kiss a guy she’d just met. I totally would have kissed Javier—hell, if he’d asked, I would have done a lot more than kiss him.

I had no idea what was happening, but I had the feeling my junior year was about to get very, very interesting.

The party was loud, but nothing crazy like the other parties I had attended. Courtney was across the room flirting with a cute, blonde guy, Lane had followed some girl into the kitchen, and I was sitting next to a guy rambling on and on about Shakespeare. The only reason I had even given him the time of day was because his dark hair reminded me of my calculus professor.

I finished off my margarita and took out my phone. My brain was pretty fuzzy, which was why I was still sitting next to this guy. I scrolled down to the contact I had added yesterday and hit
send message
. A smile lit up my face as I thought about what I could possibly text him. I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to talk to him.

Me: What time do you normally run?

I didn’t expect him to reply, but before I could place my phone back in my pocket, a text message arrived.

Javier: As soon as the sun comes up.

I thought about what he had looked like while jogging shirtless on the beach.
Mmm
…all sweaty and chiseled, his muscles clenching with his movement. He was fucking hot.

Javier: I don’t know what to say to that.

My eyes scrunched as I read and re-read his text.
What in the hell?
Then I looked at my previous text. Oh. My. Gosh. I had texted him
Mmm
instead of just thinking it. How was I supposed to respond? Should I just leave it? Fuck me!

I thought fast.

Me: Sorry. That was a typo.

Javier: Sure. But the feeling is mutual.

My pulse quickened as I read his text, over and over again. Was he saying he thought I was hot? If so, it was completely inappropriate, but welcome. I wanted him.

Me: I was thinking about taking a jog tonight.

Javier: Have fun, but it might be difficult while drunk.

Was he fucking with me because he knew I was drunk? How the hell would he know that?

I stood up and turned toward the guy I had been sitting by. “This has been…fun, but I have to go.” I didn’t wait for him to reply before I walked toward Courtney. When I reached her, she was laughing in her fake, giggly, flirty laugh.

I cleared my throat to get her attention and she whipped her head in my direction “Hey, Alex.”

“Hey, I’m going to take off. Don’t worry, I’ve got a ride.”

Her eyebrows bunched. “Are you sure?”

I hated lying, but I didn’t want to stay at the party any longer. “I’m positive. Have fun.”

After giving her a quick hug bye, I walked out the door and tried to orient where I was in comparison to my apartment. Turning toward the left, I was positive I lived only about a half mile away. My phone buzzed in my hand.

Javier: Was I right?

I grinned.

Me: Maybe, but I’m still on my way home to try. :-)

I bit my lip. What the hell was I doing? Flirting with my professor? For the second night in a row?

Javier: I’ll meet you in thirty
.

My steps faltered as I read the screen.
Is this real life?
I didn’t know or care, I just knew I needed to get home—now. After texting him my address, I stuffed my phone in my pocket and took off running toward my apartment.

Reaching my place in record time, I unlocked the door and raced toward my bedroom to change into my running clothes. I was rummaging around in my chest of drawers when I heard knocking on the front door. Not wanting anyone to ruin my night with my professor, I chose to ignore whoever it was.

Then, I heard his voice. “Alexandria?”

I froze, then smiled. He was in my fucking apartment. “I’m in here. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“The door was unlocked. I’ll just wait on the couch.”

Finding a cute purple sports bra and matching black and purple shorts, I quickly dressed. Before exiting the bedroom, I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back in a ponytail.

When I entered the living room, he was sitting on the couch wearing a SUBC hat and running shorts. His chest was bare, and I had trouble finding my voice. “Hi,” I whispered.

He tilted his head up and looked me in the eye. “Alexandria.”

“Javier.”

He smiled and stood before walking toward me, slowly. I was completely frozen when he reached me, barely breathing. “Are you sure you’ll be able to run in the sand while drunk?”

“I’m not drunk.”

He arched a brow. “Do you always send your professors flirty text messages, then?”

“Are you fucking with me?” I asked, licking my dry lips.

He tossed his ball cap on the table, giving me a look of pure lust. “Not yet.”

“What—” he cut me off by slamming his mouth down on mine. His lips were soft and his tongue felt like silk as it ran across my lips. I opened for him, allowing his tongue to slide against mine. A soft groan rumbled from his throat as one hand caught my ponytail and the other trailed down my side, reaching around to grab my ass. His tongue was persistent, stroking every inch of my mouth as his hand kneaded and massaged my ass.

My hands found his messy, dark hair and tugged with each caress of his tongue and hand. He pulled his lips away and locked his eyes to mine. “Is this what you want, Alexandria?” He yanked on my hair, his lips finding my throat.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He nipped the base of my throat, then licked all the way up to my ear. “Is this why you sent me those text messages? You wanted me to come over and fuck you?”

His words were like a slap in the face, cutting through my lusty fog and pissing me off. “Who said I was going to let you fuck me?”

He gently bit my ear lobe. “You’ll let me.”

I tried to push against his chest, but he was much stronger than me. “Fuck you!”

“Gladly.” His lips found mine again and I melted into his touch. He was being an asshole, but he was also turning me on. I pressed my lips harder against his, and he lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me toward my bedroom, our lips never separating. He tossed me down on the bed and I watched as he crawled up the bed until he was hovering above me. “Javier…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. I didn’t know anything except that I needed him inside me. My panties were damp and my nipples were already hard.

“I think we should get you out of this,” he said, tugging my sports bra up and dragging it over my head. “Perfection,” he groaned, the reaction deep and throaty.

His lips found my nipple and sucked, his tongue assaulting the hardened peak. A low moan escaped my lips and my fingers raked up and down his back. He lightly bit down and tugged, and I couldn’t help the “fuck” that burst out.

He chuckled before moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the tip before repeating his process. The pressure he created between my legs was building, and I needed more. Needed him. Needed something. I squirmed, the pulsing in my core growing fervent. I readjusted myself and placed his knee between my legs, needing friction. I began to move my hips, grinding against him. A low moan escaped my lips as his trailed down my stomach, his scruff tickling my senses. He shifted his body, pulling his leg back. “No…” I trailed off, panting.

His fingers brushed along the elastic of my shorts, feather light touches raising goose bumps on my skin, before pulling them down and rubbing his nose against my damp panties. “I’m going to make you wish you’d never texted me.”

I wanted to say something in return, but he yanked my panties down my legs and his mouth found my slick slit. A loud moan erupted from my throat and my hands fisted his hair. His tongue was ruthless—licking and sucking my clit, not giving me a moment to think.

“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Yes.”

His thumbs began rubbing small circles on my inner thighs as his tongue continued its assault. I was losing all sense of thought and consciousness as the pressure continued to build. I let my body take on a mind of its own, grinding against his mouth as much as he would let me.

Javier moved suddenly, letting his scruff drag along my sex before sucking my clit again. My body responded and I let go, coming harder than I ever had before. He didn’t let up until my orgasm completely dissipated and I had absolutely lost my mind.

He stood and began crawling up the bed again, this time completely naked, his glorious cock exposed. It hung long and heavy, and my sex clenched at the sight, wanting the fullness it offered. “You like what you see?” he asked, his voice raspy.

I bit my lip and nodded before he lowered his mouth to mine. He sank his teeth into my bottom lip and thrust his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. Pulling back, he reared up. “Turn over.”

I complied and rolled onto my stomach. Quickly, Javier grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into the air. “I’ve wanted this ass since the moment I saw it on the beach.” He grabbed each cheek and groaned. “I knew I had to have you.”

“Fuck me. Please,” I begged, needing to feel his cock inside me.

I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and seconds later, he slammed inside me. I moaned as he pulled out and slammed back into me. “Yes.”

“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled as he pinched my nipple.

I pushed back against him as he hit the exact spot I needed, forcing me to cry out in pleasure. “You like that?” he asked, then pulled my hair back in a hard tug. It hurt, but mixed with the other things he was doing to my body, it caused my climax to rush forward. I came again with a loud cry that included the words: yes, fuck, and God yes.

A moment later, he followed me over the edge, pulsing inside of me as he tugged my hair even harder. I collapsed onto the mattress, laying there with Javier still on top of me, and tried to steady my breathing and scattered thoughts.
I just fucked my professor. My hot as sin professor.

“You okay?” he asked as he rolled off me, onto his back.

“Yeah,” I answered, breathless. “Are you?”

He removed the condom and knotted it before placing it on the floor. Brushing his fingers over my face, he pushed a few strands of hair away from my eyes. “Never better.”

“So…you’ve wanted to sleep with me since yesterday?”

“Yes and no.”