Temptation (The Hunted, #1)(24)

"Penny..."

"It was unclear what your point was," I quoted him again. "My point was that I choose who gets a chance at inspiring me. I said that several times, Professor Hunter. Maybe you weren't listening."

"Penny..."

"And this C-used to be an A. I can see it through the whiteout. You changed my grade. You changed it because you overheard Tyler say that the speech was about him. Well it wasn't about him. It was about you." I poked him hard in the middle of his chest. "I don't know why I ever let you kiss me. Is this a game to you, Professor Hunter?"

He drew closer to me. He looked so angry. "Penny, I'm fully aware that this isn't a game. This is my career that we're talking about."

"And this is my G.P.A." I crinkled the paper in my fist and threw it on the ground. My heart was beating fast. He was glaring down at me from under his thick eyebrows. The hunger in his eyes was a temptation I could no longer resist. I had been lying to myself this whole time. I wasn't a good girl. I was bad. And boldness suddenly came easily to me.

I reached up behind his neck and pulled his head down. Without hesitation, he tilted his head the rest of the way down and kissed me deeply. When our lips touched my whole body tingled. He placed his hands on my back and slowly let them drift to my ass. I loved his hands on me. He squeezed my ass hard and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved my back against the adjacent wall. He buried his face in my neck and let his lips trace my collarbone. It sent shivers down my spine. I slid my fingers through his thick hair.

He lifted his head. "I told you to stop thinking about me." His breathing was heavy. He pressed his body even more firmly against mine.

"I can't possibly."

"You're infuriating, Penny," he whispered into my ear.

"Then punish me, Professor Hunter."

He moaned slightly at my words and pulled me off the wall. His arm bumped into a filing cabinet and sent a vase toppling off the top. It smashed against the ground, but he didn't flinch. Holding me firmly against him with one hand, he shoved the contents on his desk to the floor with his free arm. A stapler and a container of pens crashed to the floor. Papers slowly drifted to the ground as he dropped me down on top of his now empty desk. He immediately reached up my skirt and grabbed my thong. In one swift movement, he pulled it off and let it slide down my legs and onto the floor. He bent down and kissed the inside of my knee. Slowly, he let his lips trail up my inner thigh. I wanted him. I needed him inside me.

And right when his kiss would have answered my needs, he pulled me to a seated position and grabbed the sides of my tank top. I raised my hands over my head and he slowly lifted it off of me, pushing against my bare skin with his palms. With one hand he undid my bra and threw it across the room. The anger remained in his eyes. He tugged his sweater off and let me clumsily undo the buttons on his dress shirt. I reached up to his shoulders and pulled the shirt off his muscular arms, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I gulped as he leaned over top of me and pushed my naked back onto his wooden desk. I could feel his erection on my leg, trying to break free of his jeans. My hands wandered down his rock hard abs to his erection. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Oh God, his cock was huge, almost falling out of his boxers. I wanted him so deep inside of me.

He leaned over and lightly sucked one of my nipples as he squeezed the other, then he brought his lips to my ear.

"You're going to want to scream," he whispered. "But don't make a sound." He moved back down to my other thigh. Again he traced his lips along my inner thigh, torturing me. I felt his warm breath lingering. And the next second his tongue answered my needs in one slow stroke.

Oh my God! No one had ever done that to me before. I felt my hips rise, wanting more. But he pressed me down and spread my thighs even wider, letting his tongue explore even deeper inside of me. I felt his tongue circling me. His left hand slid up my thigh to join his tongue. Before it did, he leaned up to me and whispered in my ear.

"Just this once, Penny." He bit my earlobe as he pressed down firmly on my clit with his thumb.

I gasped. I hadn't expected that, but it felt so good. My hips rose, wanting him inside of me, but he pushed down on me forcefully.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied breathlessly.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of his desk so that my legs were dangling off the sides. His finger slowly entered me and I began to writhe under his touch. He was teasing me. It was just the tip of his index finger, encircling me. I groaned softly when his tongue once again found my clit. He slid his finger all the way inside of me, and before I realized it another of his fingers had joined in. He moved them in and out, slowly, torturing me even more. Faster and faster. His tongue was in tune with his fingers. He was driving me crazy. My whole body shook as he took me over the edge.

When his fingers pulled out I moaned again. I was greedy. I wanted more. His thumb drummed against my clit as he leaned toward me.

"I know how to please, Penny," he said slowly, licking his fingers that had been inside of me. God was he sexy. He walked around the desk, trailing his fingers along my naked torso. He lifted my arms above my head.

I groaned. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had wanted this ever since meeting him in that coffee shop. I needed his huge cock inside of me.