Page 135 of Silk Sheets

“And what exactly do you miss?”he leaned back in his chair, slowly lifting his hips.

I couldn’t hide my smile and slightly turned my head to him. “I miss…” I trailed off. “How good you taught our class,” I seemingly paused to think. “And how much of an amazing tutor you were,” I added, watching him brush his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“What else?”

“No,” I shook my head. “That’s about it.”

I stared up at the ceiling again, biting back a smile.

“Are you home alone?”

I shrugged. “Depends.”

“Dakota.”

“Yes,sir,” I turned my head. “I am home alone.”

His eyes held a dangerous storm that lured me to him. My heart was racing and slowly, the pulsing slipped between my thighs.

“I also miss being close to you,” I confessed. “Being in your arms… feeling you…kissingyou.”

My mind wandered to the last time he and I were intimate, and something strong snaked around my heart, squeezing it relentlessly.

“When can I see you again?” I looked up, and could tell he didn’t want to answer that. “I really miss you, Logan.”

His answer was reluctant. “Soon.”

I sighed, but when I realised that me being sad made him unhappy too, I forced a smile. “Soon sounds too far away,” I piped up.

I turned, propping myself up on my forearms and made an effort to expose my chest. I purposely wore my silk robe—no bra, no panties. “Why not now?”

He didn’t meet my eyes, his stare locked on my chest. “Mhm.”

This time, my smile was genuine. “My eyes are up here, Professor Hale.”

His eyes lifted to mine, and I didn’t miss how he uncomfortably shifted in his chair.

“Everything okay?” I teased.

He leaned his elbow on the armrest of his chair and gently ran his fingers up and down his jaw.“Lay down and spread your legs.”

A faint blush coated my cheeks and I swallowed hard. I moved my laptop before laying down and placing my feet flat on my bed. Then, I spread my legs in front of the screen.

A groan of frustration slipped from him, and I stared up at the ceiling with a heaving chest.

“Now, slip your hand between your thighs and open yourself for me.”

Curling my bottom lip between my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining that it was his hand moving down my stomach. I used two fingers to spread myself for him.“Fuck baby,”he sucked air through his teeth, and the image alone sent more arousal flooding to between my legs.“My pretty little pussy is already crying for me.”

My mouth gaped open with a whimper as my brows squeezed together. He had such a filthy mouth and God, did I love it.

My fingers found my clit, and slowly, I rubbed it to soothe the ache. My fingers slipped lower, and when they were coated in my arousal I trailed them back up and over my clit. “Logan,” I breathed, my eyelids growing heavy.

“Faster,”he commanded and I increased my pace. My back arched off the bed and I refrained from squeezing my thighs together.

The sound of my wet fingers pumping in and out of me filled the silence and he groaned, lifting his hips to slip his hand to his lap. The thought of him touching himself because of me made my toes curl.

I spread my legs further, giving him a clean view between my thighs and I didn’t miss his subtle whimper—his lustful gaze locked between my legs.