Free After Class & All You Can Eat by Megan Hart Page B

could claim you were sucking my
cock."
     
    Again, the brutal
bluntness of his phrasing shot a bolt of pure desire through her.
She wasn't going to let him get away with this, though. Not after
nine months of hell.
     
    "Well, it worked," she lied. "Because
I hate you. Are you satisfied?"
     
    He pursed his lips in the mocking
frown he'd used so often in the classroom. "No, I'm not. You see,
Ms. Damron, I don't hate you."
     
    "You don't?"
     
    Again, the nearly
impe rceptible shake of his head. The frown
twisted into a faint smile. "I certainly do not."
     
    Everything she'd been
about to say refused to even stammer out of her. The words lodged
in her throat, choked her, made her gasp for air, and this time
when her lips parted, Professor Allen slid
his mouth along hers with the same smooth, expert manner he did
everything else.
     
    She couldn't pretend to be
caught unawares, not when she'd imagined this moment for months.
Karrie's mouth parted farther beneath his, and
Allen' s tongue slipped inside. His arms
went around her back, his fingers splayed on the soft material of
the sweater that no longer provided her any protection. His touch
burned her, but there was no pain. Only a mounting pleasure that
increased with every second he plundered her mouth with his
tongue.
     
    He broke the kiss, not her, and when
she opened her eyes, it was to see his intense gaze only inches
from her face.
     
    "Very well done," he
murmured and brushed his lips against her jaw, down to the spot in
her thr oat where her pulse beat. "And now
I have to ask, has the Sleeping Beauty awakened from the Prince's
kiss, or has my mouth acted like the poison apple?"
     
    He referred to her paper,
which theorized common fairy story themes symbolized the struggle
to control and dominate feminine sexual
power.
     
    Her clit, throbbing against her
panties, had the answer for that. "I'm not dead, am I?"
     
    His hand came up to cup
her breast, and his thumb caressed her nipple in a way that made
her bite her lip at the pleasure. "I'd s ay
no. Most definitely not."
     
    Her butt nudged the desk
behind her more firmly, and with a small effort, she sat herself
upon it. Her legs parted, and her skirt rode up until her thighs
showed. Allen moved between them immediately, his arms still
holding he r upright so she didn't fall
backward onto the desk.
     
    "You're wrong to think I don't like
women," he whispered into her ear. "On the contrary, I love them. I
adore them. In fact, I worship them."
     
    Kisses and nibbles
punctuated every word. The hand on her b reast moved down her body to slide up beneath her skirt. The
thumb that had so wonderfully teased her nipple now stroked her
magic bean through the soft cotton of her panties. Karrie's head
fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips at the
contact.
     
    "Do yo u know how many times I've had to forcibly restrain myself
from touching you like this?" Honey became gravel as he growled in
her ear. "How difficult it was for me to keep you at a distance,
when all I wanted was to taste you?"
     
    His finger slipped
beneath the elastic of her panties and
found her slickness. The shudder that wracked him when he
discovered how wet she was for him sent a thrill of satisfaction
through her. He groaned against her neck and pushed his finger
inside her as far as it would go.
     
    Karr ie tilted her hips upward, pressing her clit against the heel
of his hand. She contracted around his finger, and he moaned again,
breathy on her neck, and the sting of his teeth made her gasp her
as he bit a little too hard.
     
    The small, sweet pain made
her arch her back. Her breasts pressed
upward against his chest. One arm still held her to him while his
other hand worked its magic, sliding in and out of her while her
clit rubbed on his palm. Awash in the torrent of sensation, she
rode his hand, oblivious to anything but the way he was making her
feel.
     
    He kissed her again,
harder this time. Fiercer. His tongue echoed the thrusts of