Sharing a forbidden first kiss with professor!Nick Fowler would be like...
“You know we shouldn’t.”
One simple sentence, whispered in the dark of a room. So much left unsaid, in the syllables of danger in where we were both hiding. The adrenaline was pumping in my veins, and it only made the desire I felt for him burn brighter.
“No one has to know.”
He’d been behind me this entire time, just barely touching - just close enough so that I could feel his body heat. This was no accident, and the fact that the second his words were spoken, he glued his chest to my back reinforced that.
“C’mon, sweetheart…” The hotness of his breath against the shell of my ear had goosebumps rising up my arms. “You know you want to…” All words I’d heard before, in more than one situation, but why did they sound so different - so hot - when he was the one pronouncing them?
I did want to. I wanted him desperately. But so much was at stake here, and not just for me. His own job was in jeopardy if anyone found out about what we were doing - what he wanted us to do, but if he was the grown-up in the relationship and he wasn’t scared, why should I be?
Slowly, I turned around in his arms to face him. I wanted to be looking into his eyes when I said my decision, but I never managed to say much of anything: his mouth captured mine and then it was over. The forbidden had been done, why not lay back and relish in it?
A kiss became two, then three, and then much more. He pulled down my blouse until he could kiss my shoulder, right in the place where it met my neck, and I just melted in his arms because how could someone resist that?
