Temptation (The Hunted, #1)(46)

"Wow." I walked down the few steps from the elevator and looked around. I was standing in his living room, which was surrounded by windows that overlooked the small college town. Professor Hunter walked over to the fireplace, touched a button, and a flame burst to life. There was no T.V., no magazines on the coffee table, and the modern couch looked like no one had ever sat on it. The kitchen to the right had granite countertops and shiny new appliances. And there was a dining area with a vase of fresh flowers in the center of the table.

I had completely forgotten to thank him for my flowers. "Oh, Professor Hunter. Thanks for the friendship roses."

He laughed. "You're welcome."

"But really, thank you. How did you know I was going to agree to skip class anyway?"

"I just hoped you would. And I know that I can be pretty persuasive."

"Yes, you can."

It was hard to pull my eyes away from his, but I was still curious about the apartment. I looked around again. I wasn't sure what I had expected. I just thought by being in his place I'd get a sense of who he was. The apartment was immaculate, but there were barely any decorations. It felt cold. It didn't look like anyone lived here at all. It looked more like a sample apartment that people could come look at when they were deciding if they wanted to buy one.

"Okay, so this is the living room." He walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and steered me to the windows all along the back of the apartment. I looked left toward Main Street. The lights from the small shops made it look beautiful. He wrapped his arms around me.

"It's beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he whispered into my ear.

I laughed. "I'm a mess." I was sweaty from the beach and my skin was tight from the salt water. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Well, I was thinking maybe a quick shower could be the rain portion of the date you requested."

"Actually, that sounds perfect. Are you sure that's okay?" I turned around to face him.

He was smiling down at me. "Come with me." He grabbed my hand and led me to one of the closed off rooms next to the kitchen. He turned on the lights and I felt my body tremble slightly. It was his bedroom. I couldn't help but imagine all the things that he might do to me in here. Professor Hunter's bed was in the center. His sheets were pristine white and the bed was made perfectly. I never made my bed. Ever. Not even when my mother bugged me about it.

He turned on another light and stepped into his walk-in closet. There was a whole row of white collared shirts and suit jackets. And below it, all his pants were folded on hangers, even his jeans. Who hangs up jeans? I thought about the clothes all over the floor in my dorm room. He'd be horrified.

He had more shoes than even Melissa, and they lined the bottom of the closet. And the whole closet smelled like his cologne. It was like I had died and gone to heaven.

"You really don't need your sweaters back." I stepped beside him and looked at the dozens that were folded on shelves next to his dress shirts.

He laughed. "I'm afraid I don't really have anything for you to change into." He opened up a few drawers.

"Could I just borrow one of those shirts?"

He handed me one of the v-neck t-shirts from the drawer he had just opened, switched off the light, and led me to his bathroom. There was an elegant bath to the left with a few steps up to it. And attached was a shower with three glass walls. The vanity was to the right and the only things that were on it were his toothbrush and some toothpaste. How could anyone be this neat and organized?

Professor Hunter switched on the shower as I was looking around. Then he came up to me and slowly unzipped my hoodie. His hands touched my shoulders and slowly slid down my arms, pushing my hoodie until it fell to the ground. I had never felt so sexy in a hoodie before. He pulled my tank top up my sides and over my ribcage. I lifted my hands in the air and he pulled it off over my head. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and then slowly slid them off my hips. Since I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, I was left completely naked in the center of his bathroom.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

I shook my head no.

Professor Hunter pulled his polo off over his head. After spending the day at the beach he was even tanner. He shed his shorts and boxers. He was already starting to get another erection and I felt a shiver of electricity go through me. I wanted him again. I wanted him here, in his apartment, in his shower. I wanted to be his. He stepped into the shower and I followed him.

His hands were on me as soon as I was under the water. The water fell on our heads as we kissed under its constant stream. He reached over and grabbed a bottle from the ledge. I had never heard the brand name before, but when he poured some of the liquid into his hands I realized that it was part of what made him smell so good.

"Face the wall," he said. I did what I was told. He pushed me lightly so that my breasts were taut against the tile. He slowly rubbed his hands up the back of my legs, massaging my thighs. He cupped my ass in his hands. His fingers wandered over my ass and between my legs. My heartbeat quickened. I knew that I was wet. His fingers could easily slide inside of me. I moved my hips back slightly. But instead of answering my needs, he swept his hands away from my wetness and across my back. He massaged my shoulders. He ran his soapy hands up my arms and across my clavicle. He pulled me away from the wall slightly and his hands fell to my breasts. He massaged them gently. I could feel his erection pressed against the small of my back. I knew he could feel my heart beating fast. He had to be aware of what I wanted, but he wasn't giving it to me.