Can you kiss me again?

Rain’s POV.

Whimpers of bliss vibrate from my chest, mixing with the pains I feel.

But with each passing moment, he kisses me, crowding me with the heat of his body, I notice the pain isn’t there any longer.

How’s that possible? Is all ponder on. Professor Logan tights his mouth on mine, holding the sides of my face.

I give in, my legs parting to welcome him in between my legs fully. Tension uncoil in my belly as I savor the kiss.

Wow! Hmmm. This is so good! I rasp.

When he pulls back, his harsh breath washes over my face. Then… “Does it still hurt?”

I wrack my mind to check if I still feel pain but I don’t.

Strange, I ponder, ogling at his face through the dark.

“Rain…” He chirps and his husky voice sends chills down my spine. “We shouldn’t have come here.” Echoes his voice.

Professor Logan zips up from me, facing away as if he’s battling demons. But I know he's only battling his attraction for me.

I refuse to battle mine for him anymore, certainly, not after that sizzling, mind-mushing kiss.

With a grunt, I stand up, panting as I look at his hunky frame.

Despite being in the dark, I notice how tight his body is. What’s going on with him?

Before I can speak, he starts to move away but I step up and hold his wrist. My heart is howling like a desperate wolf. Like a hungry deer.

“I know, professor…but we’re here already.” I rasp, my voice ghosting into the air around us. “Why don’t we make the most use of it?”

Logan’s taut body uncoils, softening. I guess my words are having the right effect.

Though he hasn’t bothered to face me, I shoulder past him until I’m standing right before him.

God, he looks so wonderful. I want to be in his arms for the rest of my life.

The voice in my head chides me but my hunger, the buzzing hunger in my blood encourages me further.

Then I bring my hand to his rugged face. You can tell the man is power himself with a mere look.

“I love your kiss, professor. It does things to my body.” I trail a finger over his chin up to his soft lips.

I breathe faster than I should, spellbound under his intense eyes.

“Can you…kiss me again?”

Provoked, Professor Logan tugs me into his body and I crash with a gasp. My hand resting on his washboard abs.

His scent is divine as it enters my nose. With fluidity, he tracks the outline of my face in the dark, my body humming with need.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Rain…”

“I assure you I do, professor. I want this. I want your lips on mine. Just like last night.”

The huge man growls in an animalistic way before claiming my lips in an aggressive, coaxing kiss.

I mewl at the intensity, trying to match up his pace. Despite the roughness of the kiss, I enjoy the sync our tongues create slamming against each other.

Fire explodes inside me while roam my hand down his torso over to his…

Damn! 

He's so large. Hung like a king-Kong. I grope and press, hearing him groan.

Taking me by surprise, Professor Logan crash my back against a wall.

I squeal with excitement but when my hand mistakenly presses into something like a panel, a strange cracking sound booms.

Then I see an arrow rushing from the other end of the wall towards Professor Logan’s back.

My eyes bulge, almost plucking out of their sockets.

Fuck! I curse inside me when the arrow is a hair breath away from hitting his back.

“Professor, watch out!!!”

At that scream, he pushes me out and ducks but it’s too late because the arrow's rear graze the side of his neck.

“Ahhh!” He groans, trying as he might not to fall on his knees.

He doesn’t though but he slumps against the dust-filled shelf, rattling the books there.

“Oh, God. Professor!” I yelp, rushing to my feet to attend to his wound.

I try to bring my hands to check his neck but he stops me.

“Don’t worry about it, Rain.” He bites out the words, pushing his face away from me.

“But you’re bleeding. Let me have a look at the bleeding…” I insist, reaching my hand up.

“I said no!” He roars, moving a step away from me.

Even though it’s dark I can see the slight change in his face. My heart stops beating for a while before picking up pace.

He twirls around, panting and pacing the length of the dark room.

What just happened? What was it that I pressed on?

My scared, searching eyes look through the dark where the panel is and then the direction of the arrow.

“Oh, God,” I exclaim under my breath in trepidation as I take in the device. “A ballista trap.”

That’s an ancient device Mr. Tiago always tells me about. Mr. Tiago is my father’s assistant. The only man I relate with in the manor except from Mrs. Sinai and Mr. Durand. He said the device was used to…kill monsters.

What is it doing here?

At that thought, I turn swiftly only for me to see the skeleton facing me.

“Ahhhh!!!!” I scream in fear, prompting Professor Logan to walk up to me.

“Rain. Rain!” He calls out, pulling me in his arms. “I’m here.” He assures me.

Feeling his arms wrapped around me, I feel a sense of safety returning.

“Professor. This…is scary.” I stutter, tears splurging from my eyes. I can even hear the rapid thudding of my heart.

“Nothing’s gonna happen, you hear me?” He shakes me and I blink him into focus. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you. I’m here.”

“Hmm.” I nod like a baby, crawling back into his embrace.

Eventually, the professor carries me into his arms, taking me away from the cabin.

I didn’t realize we’d been in there for ages because the twilight sky is what we see once we step out back into the vast woods.

His strides are unhurried as he carries me outside. I realize the school is already empty, leaving us in loud silence.

He maneuver his way to the garage and settle me into the car seat.

My traitorous eyes peek into his shirt when he tilts close to fasten my belt, and I see his rose-bud nipple.

Butterflies of hunger uncoil in my belly. I hold myself from reaching out to touch his coaxing nipples.

Unaware of my admiration of his chest, he shuts the door and rounds the corner to the other side.

“I’m sorry about what happened back there…” He says, holding the wheel.

“No. It’s nothing, Professor Logan. I don’t regret it.” I utter, referring to the hot kiss.

He stares at me with a displeased look which makes me feel awkward.

He didn’t like the kiss? I think to myself. However, his next words make my heart stutter.

“You should regret it, Rain. This whole kiss-and-touch thing can’t happen. Things have to stay professional after tonight.”

Tears rim my eyes at his words. I clutch my heart inwardly, forcing the tears not to slip down.

He puts the car in drive and heads out of the school premises.

Afraid my father or my witch of a sister might see us, I ask him to stop down the road and he does.

Sharply, I turn to him with a questioning look. “How did you know my house?”

He looks at me, shocked that I figured it out. I know something is wrong about him. But he doesn’t want to say it.

Even at that, I long for him to touch me, but his words earlier made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me.

Professor Logan chuckles and…

“C'mon, Rain. It’s a small town. I can easily find out where you stay. Besides, who doesn’t know about your father and the manor?”

That’s not true. How could he have known my house the first night he met me? How could he have known I was the mayor's daughter?

Now, I’m certain he's the one that brought me home last night. But how was he able to come into the house without Mrs. Sinal and her husband not knowing?

I want to ask him but hearing him say, “Good night, Rain.” I know he's not ready to welcome any more questions.

Sighing, I unfasten the belt, grab my bag, and leave the car.

I stand by the sidewalk, watching him drive slowly away. Bile rises in my throat.

But then an idea occurs to me. If he says this is a small town and knows where everyone lives.

It’s time I find out where he lives too.

Hurrying to my side of the manor, I go to the backyard, I grab my bicycle which I’ve not rode on in ages, going after him stealthily.

TBC.