The Professor's Mate Clause novel Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

FREYA’S POV

The cold counter clung against my thighs.

Adrian stands between my legs. His hands grip my waist. His eyes are dark. Hungry. He looks at me like

he wants to devour me whole.

“You are lying.” His voice is low. Rough. “You felt that kiss. I know you did.”

“I did not feel anything.” The lie tastes bitter. “It was just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss.” He repeats the words slowly. Like he is testing them. “Then why is your heart racing? Why are your hands shaking?”

I do not have an answer. Cannot admit that the kiss set me on fire. That every nerve in my body is

screaming for more.

“Maybe I am nervous.” I try to sound casual. Fail completely.

“Nervous.” His thumb traces along my hip bone. The touch burns through the thin fabric of my pants. “Or

turned on?”

Heat floods my face. “Adrian..”

“Tell me the truth Freya. Tell me you want this.” His other hand slides up my side. Slow. Deliberate. “Tell

me you want me.”

I should push him away. Should remind him that I am still angry. Still do not trust him completely. Should tell him this is moving too fast.

But my body does not listen to logic. Does not care about trust or anger or any of it. My body just wants him closer. Wants his hands on my skin. Wants to know what comes next.

“What if I do want you?” The admission comes out breathless. “What then?”

Something flashes in his eyes. Dark. Possessive. “Then I give you what you want.”

His mouth crashes against mine. Not gentle this time. Not testing. This kiss is claiming. Demanding. His tongue slides against mine and I taste him. Heat and need and something wild.

My hands find his hair. Pull him closer. I kiss him back just as hard. Just as desperate. All the anger and

confusion and fear channels into this. Into him.

His hands slide under my shirt. Warm palms against bare skin. I gasp into his mouth. He swallows the sound and kisses me deeper.

“Tell me to stop.” He pulls back just enough to speak. His breathing is ragged. “Tell me this is too much and I will stop.”

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“Do not stop.” I pull him back to me. “Please do not stop.”

He groans. The sound vibrates through his chest into mine. His hands move higher under my shirt. Rough fingers trace along my ribs. My stomach. Higher.

I arch into his touch. Want more. Need more. Whatever this is between us it feels too good to fight

anymore.

Adrian breaks the kiss. His mouth moves to my jaw. My neck. He finds the spot where my pulse races and bites down gently. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to make me moan.

“So responsive.” He murmurs against my skin. “I barely touch you and you fall apart.”

“Shut up.” I tug his hair. “Less talking.”

He laughs. The sound is dark. Satisfied. “You want less talking? Fine. But I want to hear other sounds instead.”

His hands slide higher. Cup my breasts through my bra. His thumbs brush over the fabric. Find my nipples. Circle them slowly.

The sensation shoots straight through me. I bite my lip to keep quiet.

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“No.” His mouth is at my ear. “Do not hold back. I want to hear you. Want to know exactly what I do to you.

He pinches lightly. I gasp. My head falls back against the cabinet.

“There we go.” His voice is pure sin. “Just like that.”

This is insane. We are in his kitchen. Anyone could walk in. But I cannot bring myself to care. Cannot think about anything except his hands on me. His mouth on my throat. The way he touches me like he

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“Adrian.” His name comes out as a whimper. “Please.”

“Please what?” He pulls back to look at me. His eyes are almost black now. “Tell me what you want Freya. Use your words.”

I cannot say it. Cannot voice what I actually want. It is too much. Too vulnerable.

But he seems to understand anyway. His hands slide down to the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

I nod. Cannot form words.

He pulls the shirt over my head in one smooth motion. Tosses it somewhere behind him. Then he just stares. His eyes travel over every inch of exposed skin. The plain cotton bra I threw on earlier. My flushed skin. The way my chest rises and falls with each breath.

“Beautiful.” He says it quietly. Reverently. “So fucking beautiful.”

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His hands span my waist. Slide up my sides. His thumbs brush the underside of my breasts. Teasing. Not quite touching where I want.

“You are killing me.” I grab his wrists. Try to guide his hands higher.

“Patience.” But his eyes are burning. “I want to take my time with you. Want to memorize every inch.”

“We do not have time. Someone could..”

“No one is coming up here. I told Marcus we were not to be disturbed.” His mouth finds the swell of my

breast above the bra. Kisses. Licks. “Now stop thinking and let me taste you.”

His tongue traces along the edge of the fabric. So close to where I want him but not close enough. I squirm against the counter. Try to get closer.

“Needy.” He sounds pleased. “I like you like this. All that control gone. Just feeling.”

He reaches behind me. Unhooks my bra with practiced ease. The fabric falls away. Cool air hits my skin.

I should feel exposed. Vulnerable. Instead I feel powerful. The way he looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“Perfect.” His hands cup my breasts. Test the weight. His thumbs brush over my nipples and I cry out.

So perfect.”

Then his mouth is on me. Hot. Wet. He takes one nipple between his lips and sucks, God the sensation

is overwhelming, too much and not enough at the same time.

My hands grip his shoulders. Nails digging in. He does not seem to mind. Just keeps working me with his mouth. Alternating between gentle and rough. Sweet and dirty.

“Adrian.” I cannot form full sentences anymore. “I need”

“I know what you need.” His hand slides down my stomach. Stops at the waistband of my pants. “But I am not giving it to you yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I finally touch you properly I want you begging for it.” He looks up at me. His eyes are pure heat. “And we are not quite there yet.”

“I hate you.” The words have no bite. Come out more like a moan.

“No you do not.” His hand slides lower. Cups me through the fabric. Applies just enough pressure to make me gasp. “You hate that you want me. That is different.”

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He is right. I do hate that I want him. Hate that my body betrays me every time he touches me. Hate that all my anger and mistrust melt away the second his hands are on me.

But I cannot stop. Cannot pull away. Can only arch into his touch and beg for more.

“Please.” The word breaks something inside me. “Please Adrian. I need-”

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A phone rings.

Adrian freezes. His hand still between my legs. His breathing harsh.

“Ignore it.” I pull at his shirt. “Please just ignore it.”

The phone keeps ringing. Loud. Insistent.

Adrian curses. Pulls back. His jaw is tight. Frustrated. “I have to take this. It is the emergency line.”

He grabs his phone from the counter. Puts it to his ear. His voice is sharp. “This better be important.”

I sit there half naked on his kitchen counter trying to remember how to breathe. My whole body is on fire. Aching. Needing.

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