Professor Cline: Redeemed (Professor #2) (14 page)

I set her down and leaned in to turn the water on. Turning, I noticed her looking around the wall of the shower to the mirror that had been broken the last time she was there.

"I had it fixed the next day," I stated, watching her through the reflection.

She dropped her gaze and stared at the floor. "Of course. I was just looking."

Lifting my hand, I tilted her chin to me.

"I know the images of that night will be hard to forget, but I don't want them to taint any of the time we have together. This," I stated, pointing between us, "is what matters. Right now is what matters."

She lifted up on her toes and kissed my lips softly, then pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I agree. And I'll cherish all the time we have together. Now, let's take that shower so you can get me clean."

I smiled as she walked past me and into the shower.

I'd be happy to.

Emmalynn

I stepped into the shower and watched Mason as he sauntered in behind me. It was big enough to hold seven people, but he walked directly to me and pulled me under the spray. I nudged my face into the crook of his neck and inhaled, smelling his skin. I didn't know if it was his cologne or his natural smell, but it was addictive and utterly sexy.

Mason's hand roamed my body and I reached around and rested mine on the lower part of his back. The night had taken a different turn than I'd planned, but I wasn't complaining. I'd worked myself up before Carlos picked me up, thinking I wouldn't let him take control. The plan was to come into the house, strip, and seduce him. Get him to where he wouldn't be able to say no.

Things were going well, but what I wasn't expecting was to be on my knees and not want the control any longer. Looking up at him and being so vulnerable made me want to surrender myself to him. Allow him to do with me as he pleased. Wasn't that what I'd said the night before? It wasn't what I'd planned, but I wouldn't have changed it for anything. And being able to kiss his scars and not have him push me away meant more to me than I know my actions meant to him. Allowing me to do it, which I hadn't really expected, let me know, at least in some way, that he trusted me.

Pulling back from his chest, I tilted my head back into the water and smiled at him.

"I never know what to expect when I'm with you," I told him as I ran my hands up his chest, brushing the little bit of chest hair he had between my fingers.

"Is that so?" He quirked his brow.

"Yes."

"I might say the same about you."

I laughed and bit my lip.

"I will say that anytime you want to come over and strip off your clothes, I won't stop you." He chuckled, and I buried my head into his chest again with a grin.

Tilting my chin up, we looked into each other’s eyes, and the thought I’d had about falling for him seemed so very true in that moment. It really wouldn’t be so hard since I was already halfway there.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

I smiled at his words and tried to hide my face, but he wouldn't let me.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against mine and gave me a soft, sweet kiss before pulling back and turning to grab a loofa and body wash. After putting the soap on it, he wet it and started with my back, my chest still against his, and worked his way down to my ass.

I bit my lip and held back the moan his hands were causing. I couldn't imagine being turned on again so quickly after the session we'd just had, but I was ready to go.

He pulled me away from his body and added more soap to the loofa, then pressed it to my skin. Starting with my shoulders, he worked his way down my arms then back again, rubbing in circles until he reached my breasts.

I watched him in fascination as he took his time, rubbing and massaging, causing my pussy to clench with every passing of the rough material over my sensitive nipples.

He watched his work in full concentration, and he looked so sexy doing it. His hair was wet and pushed back, water dripping down his chest. I wanted to lean forward and lick the trails it was traveling, but waited for my turn.

While he cleaned one breast, one hand was massaging the other and vice versa, causing moans to escape my lips. I closed my eyes and savored every touch of his skin upon mine.

Then his hands moved further, starting with my stomach until they stopped at my pelvic bone.

I opened my eyes and looked into the bright blue ones staring back at me. I could tell he was turned on by how intently he was staring at me. I widened my stance and he gently washed between my legs, taking his time with every stroke, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.

It was so intimate that he would care for me in such a way. I was sure some would say it wasn't more intimate than sex, but to me that wasn't true. Not all sex was intimate; you could meet anyone and have unemotional sex. There was a personal level of trust that went into caring for your partner that not everyone possessed. And if I'd learned anything from my previous relationship, it was exactly that.

After thoroughly washing the area, a small smirk lifted his lips as he handed me the loofa. I glanced at it and smiled back at him, excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of unabashedly running my hands all over his body.

I added more soap and ran it under the water before I pressed it to his body. I looked up at him as I moved it across his chest, the other hand following in its wake. He was a demanding, controlling man, but right then, I was the one in control.

I glanced down at the suds flowing down his torso and bit my lip at the sight of his erection. He was almost fully hard.

"You see something you like, princess?"

"Maybe." I smirked as I washed his stomach. His muscles tightened as he laughed, and I used my finger to outline them as I went down further.

I could feel my inner core pulsating in anticipation of another round with him, but I kept myself calm and collected as I used this little bit of power I had over him to my advantage.

Running the loofa down, I washed around his erection, avoiding it completely. Then I looked up to see his eyes piercing mine and I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips, causing him to smile, as well.

"Don't poke the beast, princess."

"Are you calling him," I stated as I grabbed his erection, "the beast?" I worked the loofa around to his backside and stroked his dick softly with the other.

He leaned forward, causing me to take a step back and let go of his erection.

"I am."

I took another two steps away from him, my back hitting the shower wall. "Isn't that egotistical for you to say?"

He smirked at me as he stalked me like prey, standing only a foot away. "Only if it were untrue, princess. I'll let you be the judge of that." He poked my thigh with it.

I glanced down and bit my lip. If he wanted to call it
the beast
,
that was fine with me. I gazed back up at him to tell him just that, but his lips crashed against mine. His hands cupped my face, and I dropped the loofa to grab onto his forearms as he assaulted my mouth. His kiss was slow but hard, teasing yet demanding. I loved it. Kissing was one of the things that turned me on to the point of combusting, but they had to be an exceptional kisser, and Mason was amazing. My core clenched, begging for him to be inside me every time his lips were on mine.

He pulled back and I looked up at his lips, dripping with water.

"You've changed things for me, Emma."

I stared into his eyes, which were focused on my mouth as he spoke before they drifted up to meet my gaze.

"You've changed things for me, too."

Every fear I had washed away.

He smiled that half-grin he always displayed when he was about to do something delicious, and he didn't disappoint. Leaning down slowly, he brushed his lips against mine and I opened up for him, nibbling his bottom lip at first then joining our tongues in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He moaned and ran his hands down the side of my body until they reached the bottom curve of my butt. I yelped into his mouth as he pulled me up, and I held on tight as he pushed my body against the shower wall.

He broke our kiss and leaned forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. I gasped in approval, rocking my hips against him, digging my nails into his neck as the sensations flowed through me. He moved to the other nipple, giving soft nibbles before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. I moved my fingers to grip onto his hair and moaned with every flick of his tongue. It was almost too much. I was so worked up that rocking my hips on him was about to release some of the ache I'd built up. I knew he could tell because I was working faster against him.

"Not yet, princess."

He pulled away from me, and we gazed at each other as I felt him position himself at my entrance. He pushed in slowly, and I watched as he bit his lip and his breathing increased. He was looking at me so intently, watching every expression I made as he pulled out agonizingly slow and pushed back in the same way. He was torturing me with pleasure, but I loved every minute of it.

He started to pick up his pace, but it still wasn't as fast as it had been all the other times we'd been together. It was as if he was trying to make it last, but with every slow thrust, his pelvis was teasing my clit and it pulsed with every touch, bringing me closer and closer.

He nuzzled his face into my neck as he slowed his pace again and I groaned, needing a release.

"Not yet, princess. Not yet," he breathed.

I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled slightly as I tried to rock against him.

The feeling he was causing in my body was unlike anything before. I didn't understand it. I felt connected to him in a way I'd never experienced. It scared me but liberated me all at the same time. How could I feel this way for a man I’d just met? A man I still knew very little about.

As he stared into my eyes and the orgasm built, I realized I was falling for him. It's cliché and unrealistic, but it was there. I'd said I didn't want anything serious, that I needed to focus on schooling, on myself.
I don't think I'd told that to my heart, though.

With one more torturously slow massage against my clit, I lost it. The orgasm crashed through me and I moaned long and loud as my body shook with pleasure.

"Mason! Oh, God," I moaned as I rocked with his slow thrusts.

He nuzzled his face into my neck and thrust hard two more times before letting out his own release, biting my neck as he groaned.

We stayed in a sexual haze as we both came down from our orgasms, my arms still firmly wrapped around his body and his face still pressed against my neck. I took that time to go over the thoughts flowing through my mind. It must have been the excitement talking, the anticipation of release causing me to be nonsensical. There was no way I could possibly be falling for him already. The thought seemed farfetched, and yet I knew the connection we'd had was instantaneous. Why did I think falling for him would be any different?

Pulling away from me, Mason kissed my neck then my shoulder before he looked up to meet my eyes with a small smile.

"I think I might be becoming addicted to you, Ms. Blake."

I smiled at his formal use of my name and bit my lip. "And what shall we do about that, Mr. Cline?"

"I'm not sure," he stated as he kissed my forehead. "I can't lock you in my room." He smiled then raised a brow. "Or can I?"

I laughed. "I don't think you'd have to lock me in there. I'm pretty sure I'd willingly stay."

He smiled down at me then reached over to turn the spray off before walking out of the shower. I watched him as he made his way to the closet on the far wall and opened it to retrieve a towel, then turned back toward me.

I stepped out and he immediately wrapped me in a towel and started to dry the drops from my body. I was going to protest and tell him I could do it myself, but I kept my mouth closed. He obviously knew I could; there was no reason to point that out. If he wanted to dry me, then I'd let him.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"I could always eat," I answered with a smile.

He chuckled and finished drying me off, then moved on to himself. Once he was dry, he grabbed my hand and led me into his room toward a white dresser. Pulling it open, he retrieved a white t-shirt and handed it to me.

"Put this on and slide into the bed. I'll get some snacks and bring them up." He kissed my forehead and sauntered out of the room, completely naked.

I watched him walk away, staring at his tight, cute butt and bit my lip. I was swooning.

Swooning
.

I took a deep breath as I pulled the t-shirt on and pulled the covers back on the bed before sliding in. I needed to take a step back and really guard my heart. I couldn't let myself get so attached already. I needed to take my time with this, get to know him. Make sure his feelings were mutual before I went diving head-first into a pit of heartbreak. I couldn't do that again.