Chapter 013

TALIA

It was all so confusing... Cassian's reaction.

When he had walked in on Ethan hurting me, he had definitely been very angry. But had he angry because he as a professor had seen a student bullying another student? Or was it because he cared about me and didn't want to see me hurt.

"It is possible," I said to the empty room.

'No, it's not,' said a voice at the back of my head. 'He made it clear your he is your professor and nothing more.'

Groaning, I turned over on my stomach, burying my face in a pillow.

Trying to figure out if the professor cared about me or not was driving me crazy. I really did want to stop obsessing over it but I couldn't seem to.

Rescuing me at the club, and then from Ethan, it was just what any self respecting gentleman would do, wasn't it?

Oh goddess!

How badly I wanted to talk to someone about it, but Ruby wasn't here.

Taking several deep breaths to relax, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what advice she would give. Probably something along the line of coming up with a plan to find out the professor's true feelings.

I yawned, stretched and my thoughts started to wander to other things. As a cool gust of wind blew in through one of the windows, I found myself drifting...

******

I was lying in bed, mostly asleep but still a little conscious of my surroundings. I heard a slight click, the one the big window in my room made when it was being opened.

I thought it was probably just the wind, which had risen a little. I was burrowing deeper into the covers when I suddenly felt the air in the room change, like there was someone with me.

I froze, gooseflesh forming over my skin.

For what felt like a long time, I lay there, my ears perked up to pick up the slightest sound. First I heard the soft pad of a footstep, then quiet breathing.

I inhaled sharply and smelled him. His scent washed over me and I breathed it deeply in before I could stop myself. My heart gave a leap.

Was I surprised that he had somehow snuck into my room? Yes, I was. But still a large, deeper part of me had been expecting him.

Strange, but true.

Heart pounding so hard I felt sure he could hear it, I turned over on my back, looked towards the window which was now fully open, letting in the weak evening sunlight.

A shiver rippled through me. The professor stood there, tall and breathtakingly handsome. His hair was windswept like he had run all the way here. I almost couldn't believe he was real.

"You're here," I managed to whisper, my voice catching in the hush of the room.

For a long time, I thought Cassian was not going to speak.

He sighed, his throat worked convulsively and he said, "I couldn't stay away, Talia. Goddess knows I tried."

He took two large jerky steps to my bedside.

"I just had to see you," he said.

"Why?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

It was there blazing in the depths in the depths of his eyes- the want, the desire. For me.

Cassian reached out, gripped the edge of the bedcovers and glanced at me, silently asking for permission. I managed a nod.

He pulled the covers back, exposing my body. I was dressed in a just a camisole and panties. No bra.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath and looking down, I saw his cock hardening and stretching the front of his jeans.

My breath caught at the mere size of it.

I was so lost, staring at that part of him I didn't notice him sit beside me until the bed dipped a little under his weight. Cassian's hand, trembling slightly, slid slowly up my naked thigh. His fingers plucked at the edge of my camisole.

"Take it off," he whispered.

I obeyed before I could think. He pointed at my panties and I pulled that down also until it was hanging somewhere around my knees. Then I held my breath, feeling both shy and more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

"Talia..." he breathed.

His eyes lingered at my breasts, the hard peeks of my nipples. They slid down the line of my belly to the apex of my thighs.

I spread my legs a little, every inch of my skin heating up. I could already feel wetness pooling between my thighs.

Cassian exhaled sharply, the sound tinged with lust. His hand next to my thigh opened and closed.

A muscle was pulsing hard in the angle of his jaw, showing how tightly he was holding on to his self control. He took my hand, pressed it over one breast and squeezed.

"Touch yourself..." he murmured. "for me."

We stared at each other for a second. In that second, I had time to reflect on how crazy this was, getting buck naked in front of a man who didn't want me around. A man who had snuck into my room.

Then I thought, what can it hurt anyway?

Closing my eyes, I palmed first one breast, then the other, tugged at the nipples until they hardened some more. I imagined that my hands were Cassian's.

My hand slid down my stomach and onto my pussy. I was so soaking wet it was embarrassing.

I let my fingers touch my already aching clit. Then I circled it, feeling the pleasure rise in my belly.

I bit down on my lip to keep back a groan.

"I want to hear you. Don't hold back," he whispered and I felt a finger, his finger, gently pull my pussy lips apart.

I sank my pinkie finger a little in my pussy and heard Cassian swallow. I let my finger swirl my juices around. A deep growl rumbled in Cassian's chest.

"Touch your clit," he ordered, his voice low and guttural.

I opened my eyes to find Cassian staring at my pussy, sweating, his chest rising and falling with the effort of restraint. Seeing him so wild, so desperate for me and I nearly came undone.

Squeezing my tits, I rubbed the surface of my clit harder and faster.

"I'm going to-" I began and stopped as I felt my clit pulse under my fingers as I felt orgasm hit me.

My back arched off the bed, and I cried out as I came hard. Then I fell bonelessly back on the bed, panting.

******

I jerked awake, panting. Sitting up quickly, I looked around my room.

There was no one there, just me. I was still dressed in my camisole and panties.

But the dream, if it was a dream, had felt too real. I was all flushed and sweaty and... horny.

Sighing, I started to lie back down when I spotted something odd. I had opened the smaller window and shut the larger one.

Now both were open. The larger window, not all the way.

For a long time, I stared at it. Had someone... Cassian really been in my room?

The idea of him sneaking in here like a thief was absurd.

A door slammed downstairs and I started slightly. I heard footsteps running up the stairs and a moment later, my bedroom door was flung open.

My sister stood there, glaring at me, her eyes blazing.

"What the hell did you do?" she shouted, stomping her feet.

"I have had enough of you for one day, Tessa," I shot back. "Get out of my room."

"You bitch," she growled, her hands tightening on the doorknob. "You told Professor Cassian something about me. You blabbed. You must have-"

"What are you-"

"Now he doesn't want to tutor me. And I even got fucking detention for three days!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have bullied me!" I yelled, stung that she would blame me for getting punished.

"What did you say to him?" Tessa demanded, her features contorted with fury. "Talk or I'll tell mum."

"I didn't say anything to him, okay? I haven't even talked to him all day."

"Liar," she hissed, moving closer and looming over my bed. I sat up quickly, ready to defend myself this time if she tried anything. "You must have spoken to him else why would he tell mum that he would only tutor me if you got tutored too."

I stared at Tessa, my mouth falling open, completely at a loss for words.

Why would Cassian want to tutor me when he had made it clear he wanted us miles apart.

"I swear I don't know anything about that," I told Tessa.

"I don't know why Cassian is suddenly taking your side," she said slowly. "I don't know what the hell is going on here, but whatever it is, you had better fix it. Or else..."

Leaving the threat hanging, she turned on her heel and left.