Stalked For Love (6 page)

“Jessica?” He murmured, and I turned from looking at the stage, to look over at him.

“Hmmm?”

“So, back to the previous question, where would you like to travel?” He asked, as he looked at me intensely.

“Oh, I don’t know, Thomas. I would love to visit Italy one day, and maybe Australia and St. Croix,” I replied absentmindedly and he smiled.

“Those are very good choices, and I think you’ll get to visit them all one day. Sooner than you think.” He replied, while taking another sip of his champagne.

“Oh yeah, how? I don’t have the resources for that kind of traveling, not to mention the time or companionship. I wouldn’t want to go alone and all my friends are leaving, and I won’t have anyone here with me after tomorrow,” I sighed, and looked back at the stage.

“You’ll have me. You’ll always have me,” he muttered. Unsure if I’d heard him right, I turned to look at him, as my eyes widened. I was dumbfounded, at the words that came out of his mouth. Not at the validity of his words, but the instant response of that kind of a statement. It had actually made me breathless, as I gasped. In some strange way, I felt as if this was
more
than just a casual dinner between acquaintances.

Just being with him, in this way, seemed like it was… more. I felt like I was entering the outer realms of our very limited relationship. It almost felt like an initiation to the other side that has now been approved and activated. The fraternizing issues were no longer a factor, because I was out of school now. So the truth is, there was no limits standing between us now.
But would I allow anything to happen between us?
Did he want something to happen?
I didn’t want to think about it, so I took a deep breath and decided to just… see what happens.

“You okay, Jess?” He asked, concern etched on his face.

“Oh, Professor, let’s dance,” I blurted out. The alcohol had loosened my tongue and I wanted to just do what I felt like doing, which at the moment was to dance.

“Okay,” he muttered, and helped me out of the booth. As we made our way to the dance floor, I found myself rambling about my night. I’d told him about that insane party, and my last minute plans to stay in town tonight. I was trying to do something I normally wouldn’t do with men, and that was to live in the moment.

As soon we reached the dance floor, I turned towards him, and immediately stopped talking. I stood there, thinking that maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. But before my nerves could get the best of me, he roped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. My breath hitched as my mouth parted, and he smirked at me.

“It’s alright, Jess, to come closer. I’ve got you,” he uttered, as he stepped closer to me. I placed my hand on his shoulder as he grabbed my other hand.
Oh god
. We just stood there, motionless, while breathing each other in.

We were now face-to-face, closer than we’ve ever been, while our bodies almost touched. There was maybe half an inch between us, and it was too much for me to handle. I felt like his touch and his scent were making me even tipsier, than I already was
. I could get drunk off of him.

He continued to stare at me, with a thirst in his eyes so intense, it was making me tremble. We began to sway to the music as we gazed at each other, and I wondered what he was thinking. For two songs our bodies swayed to the soft jazz, in the semi-darkened room. There we were, growing closer and more comfortable with one another. By the second song, my head ended up on his chest, and his nose buried in my hair.

By the time the third song started, my arms were wrapped around his neck, as I ran my fingers through his hair. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly and I wasn’t alone. He was in the zone himself, as both his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if I was his prey. I would see his eyes lower periodically, to my lips and then he’d pulled me even closer to his
hard
body. I’ve always had an overwhelming desire for him, but I always put all my energy into fighting it. But now, I don’t think I had any more fight left in me.

I didn’t know if I could resist this man, if he actually wanted more with me. I couldn’t believe that my body was reacting to him, in such an overpowering way. I guess I could lie to myself all I wanted too, but the body
never
lies. He was hard-pressed against my stomach, and I was soaking wet.

After we danced to the third song, we then left the lounge, and headed toward the elevators. I think both of us were tipsy and insanely aroused, but I was no longer fighting it.
I wanted him to fuck me, tonight.
We rode up to the seventh floor in silence, but the dirty thoughts that passed between us, were very obvious. I still wasn’t sure what could be done about it, he was so out of my league. But I was willing to find out, I think.

I was already feeling the emptiness that was now consuming me, since we’d left the dance floor. A few minutes ago he’d released me on the dance floor and grabbed my hand, and I felt my world slowly crashing, just from the detachment of his body. I wanted more, and he wanted more too. I could feel it when we danced, he was pressed so close to me, that I could feel his erection on my stomach.

He reached over to hold my hand, and I let him, and he exhaled a breath. The elevator pinged as we reached the seventh floor, where we both had rooms for the night. We walked out of the elevator, and he’d made a left, while still holding my hand. I quickly realized that I hadn’t looked at the sign near the elevator, to see if they were walking on the right side of the hall. As we walked down the hall, I looked around at the numbers, and saw that they were going up and not down. A moment later I realized why, as we came to a complete stop. We now stood hand in hand in front of a room, his room… room seven thirty six.

“Jess?” He murmured, as I desperately tried not to over-think things, but that seemed impossible. I was the hornist I’d ever been in my life, but it was still a battle of wills.
Could I do this? Would I do this? Should I do this?

“Yes?” I replied, breathing deeply, trying to fight the desire clawing at my soul.

“You okay?” He asked. I knew why he was asking me if I was okay. He needed to know it if I was too intoxicated, from the few drinks I’d had. Yes, I was a little tipsy, but the food we ate had assisted in keeping me leveled. I was only drunk with hunger, hunger for him.

“Yes, I’m okay… more than okay,” I responded, as I reached into my purse, looking for the key to my room. I knew that I didn’t need it, but I needed to distract myself for a moment. Because we were standing in front of
his
room, and I wasn’t sure what I should do at this point. As I pulled out my room key from my purse, he quickly snatched it from my hand. As he moved closer to me, backing me up against his door.

“Ugh, professor—” I started to say, but my words left me as he stepped even closer to me, completely invading my personal space. I looked up into his eyes, and they were so intense. I was used to his intensity, but not
this
kind of intensity. This intensity was new, intoxicating, and arousing even. I wanted him, but I never imagined that he wanted me too.

“Jessica, I want to… I need you,” he muttered, close to my mouth, as I tried to remember to breath.
In… Out….. Breathe In….. Breathe Out, Jessica.

Even though I didn’t have much experience with men, I could tell that he wanted to kiss me, as his eyes had lowered to my lips again. I slowly raised my hands toward him, and ran them up his chest, as he exhaled. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, as he leaned closer to me. I tried to mentally prepare myself for this kiss; a kiss I had always wanted, but never ever thought I would get. But it didn’t happen.
The kiss didn’t happen.

What did happen made my eyes widen in shock and in fear, when I suddenly heard a loud “BEEP” and then a click. As the door to his room was being pushed opened, by his hand. OMG.
Was this really happening to me right now?
I turned and looked behind me, and into his room. Before I turned back to him, eyes wide and flushed. He smirked and took my hand, and walked inside his room.

Once he was inside, he turned and looked at me, and then down at my heels. I was still standing in the hall, right over the threshold. I had a choice to make. I could either cross the threshold, or run to my room like a scared little girl. Even though I was nervous as hell, I knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, happening right here and now. I had never been with another man since my first, Michael. So I was a bit hesitant, on my next lover being my professor. But he wasn’t my teacher anymore and I now lived twenty miles away from here.

So why not him? I swallowed and took a step forward, entering his room, with the door slamming behind me.

Jessica had no clue that her car had not only been bugged, but it also had a tracking device planted inside. For the last several months, he ensured that he
always
knew her whereabouts and also her destinations. He had the tracker placed on her car for her protection at first, since there had been a few reported incidents around campus. But he quickly realized that he wanted to know more about her, than just where she was located. He wanted to be able to hear her voice, and hear her talk about something other than academia. He needed more, and was determined to enhance his surveillance on her, and planted the bug.

Who was he becoming?

After he’d bugged her car, he could hear her talking anytime he wanted to now. She would talk on her phone to her friends, while she drove around town. As a result of the planted bug, he knew about the party she would be attending, days before. She was talking to her best friend, Sherry, on speaker-phone while driving last week.

So on the night of the party, he knew that she was on her way to town, to see her friends. He knew she was in route because of the tracking device, he’d planted on her car. But as she drove into town, she had no clue that he was right behind her, following at a distance. He wanted her safe, he needed her to be safe, but that’s not all that he wanted. He wanted so much more; he wanted to protect her, to love her, and cherish her. She meant more to him than any other woman he’d been with in his entire life. He knew very early that he’d never meet anyone else like her again, within that first year of meeting her, actually.

The more time they spent together being professor and student, the more he found himself falling for her. He loved everything about her, everything he could see, and everything he couldn’t wait to see. He knew his feeling wouldn’t change for her, he’d come to that conclusion a very long time ago. By the second year of her being his student, he knew he was madly in love with her. He only wished she would catch up to him, and soon.

So after he’d heard the voicemail she’d left for Sherry, while outside the party at her old house. When she’d stated that she was staying in town tonight, and most likely at the Marriott, he was elated. This was his chance. To not only see her again, but to also let her know how much she meant to him, in some way that wouldn’t scare her off.

There was no chance that he would miss this opportunity that had presented itself. But if he didn’t make it in time, he wouldn’t be able to get everything ready. He knew he only had a limited window to react, and he needed to hurry.

***

He honestly didn’t think he would get there in time, because she was already leaving the house party. But he drove like a mad-man to get there before her, and luckily he did. He’d made it to the Marriott, and set things up to look as if he’d already been staying there.

Courtesy of their overly helpful concierge and the thousand dollar tip, he’d split between that same concierge, and the flirtatious receptionist. He never spared any expense when it came to Jessica, and that would never change.

Everything went smoothly at the reception desk when Jessica had arrived, a little too smoothly, as if it was all real. The staged package for his room, which was suggested by the concierge, was a very nice touch. The envelope he was handed only held his room key, after she’d reserved her room, putting them on the same floor, as planned.

After giving the receptionist a slight nod, they proceeded to the lounge. That innocent nod of the head was anything, but innocent. It confirmed what she was supposed to ensure happened next, while they listened to the jazz band in the lounge. Given the urgency of things, he was very impressed that they were able to pull this off. They were a bit skeptical at first, but he had no time to waste.

He’d explained to them that he and his girlfriend were role playing, and he was her “professor” for the night. Which was the first thing that popped up in his head. Surprisingly, after hearing that bogus explanation, they obliged to help him. Now it was his turn to bring it home, and he intended to do just that. He watched her finish her first glass of champagne, and then her second, and he wondered if she was already hammered.

She said she didn’t drink too often and that she needed one tonight, and maybe she did. Once the food came, they both ate a little from each plate, as if they normally did this together all the time. He was pleasantly surprised at her ability to eat in front of him. Most women were scared to death to eat in front of a man, but not Jessica Moore. He watched her out the corner of his eye, as she began to move her body, to the sweet sounding music.

He knew he would ask her to dance later, if she wasn’t too tipsy. The band was now taking a short break, while they talked. He didn’t realize how much time had passed, because he was having such a good time with her. He really didn’t want the night to end. Thomas was a man who was as committed and devoted to Jessica, as if they were a couple already. She was so titillating to him, from the very moment he first met her, three years ago in his orientation.

She was the only student to ask him questions on that first day, and they were very good questions at that. Her inquisitive mind and audacious and fearless demeanor in academia were very appealing to him, not to mention her breathtaking beauty. He knew almost immediately that he liked her, very much.

His interest in her began to bloom, and the more time they spent together, it intensified even more. But regardless of how he felt, he knew he had to wait until both of them were no longer bound by the laws of the University.

He needed to protect not only himself, but her future as well, and he did. But as the years passed, he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities. The possibilities of them being more than what they were, and he desperately wanted to explore those options for the two of them. Those thoughts always sat dormant in the back of his mind, causing him to become frustrated and overeager to get closer, to her.

He always wondered if he would actually have the chance to be with her after she graduated, and it was happening right now, in this very moment. This was his chance to do something he’d often dreamed about doing with her, for years. To just enjoy a consensual night out, with a little dinner and maybe some dancing. Away from everyone and without the pressure of the university’s fraternizing policies, or the demands of her other classes hanging over either of their heads.

He really didn’t need to wander too far into his head right now, but it was a slippery slope with the way she looked tonight. He couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting, needing, craving to just, touch her. Everything he wanted was sitting right next to him, looking at him in a way that took his breath away. But he was very distracted while with her, and tense.

He was terrified that he would somehow scare her off, and had to make sure that didn’t happen, so he proceeded with caution. She had no idea of the power she held over him, and his body. The proof of that power continued to twitch between his legs, proving to be
harder
than he’d ever imagined it could be. He knew how crazy things had become, regarding his feelings for her, but he didn’t know if it made any sense at all. Was it really possible to be in a relationship with someone, without them knowing about it?

Who had he become?

She was the only woman to get him so turned on that he couldn’t think straight, or could barely concentrate on anything else. If she only knew, the true power she held over the man sitting next to her. His mind, body and soul were all focused on her, only her. At times he even had trouble breathing while they sat side by side.

She was so close to him, too close. He could actually reach out and touch her… kiss her… take her. He was having a very
hard
time with the fact that with each intake of breath, he could actually smell more of the one he craved, desperately. She smelled so damned good to him, so sweet and innocent, and it took all of his self-control to not react. Her fragrance was so intoxicating, her presence was all-consuming, making his hunger for her take him to place of
no
return.

The man was going crazy, his mind continued to race as he could already envision tasting her. He didn’t know how much more he could take, he was so close to snapping. He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed her. He would had devoured her on the table before them, not giving a damn who saw. Once she’d asked him to dance, he cleared his throat and quickly readjusted himself and escorted her to dance floor.

He had never been so anxious before, as if to pass out. But as they made their way to the dance floor, his heart was thundering so hard he’d thought he might. A few songs later and he was in another realm, as her hands tightened around his neck. This was so much more than he could handle right now, but it was all that he longed for.

An intimate touch, a merging of their bodies… her gaze fixed on his as he held her close. He found himself grasping her waist even closer to him, pressing himself into her as she trembled against him.

He needed her to feel what she does to him, and once a soft moan escaped her, he knew the game was over. She wanted him. He didn’t waist another second as he pulled her off the dance floor, and towards he elevators. While one thing continued to plague his mind. Would she actually say yes to a night with him… and a lifetime?