Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Thirty

I woke up alone in Tony's bed, my head
pounding against my skull. Groaning, I got out of bed wearing one of Tony's many shirts. As soon as I opened his door, I could smell him cooking downstairs. I subconsciously crossed
my arms across my chest as I went down the stairs. One of my pet peeves is the feeling of not wearing a bra while doing physical activity, including walking down a flight of stairs.

The smell intensified as I neared the kitchen. And I quickly walked over to where Tony stood in front of the oven. I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling his body tense at my sudden touch. "You scared me," he sighed after realizing it was me. "Are you hungry?"

"When am I not?" I let go and walked over to the kitchen island, hoisting myself up on to the granite countertop. I swung my legs back and forth, hitting my heels against the island, irritating the actual shit out of Tony.

"Lilly I swear to God if you don't stop that noise," he chuckled while glancing over his shoulder at me.

"Sorry," I playfully said.

"I can't be mad when the most beautiful girl is right in front of me." Tony walked towards me, setting a random utensil on the space next to me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear lobe, "You're so fucking sexy."

As soon as the words left his lips, I shuddered. Chills ran up and down my spine, goosebumps appeared along my arms and I couldn't help but feel the muscles in between my leg tighten in anticipation. Tony playfully nibbled at my ear before pulling away and walking back to the stove.

I grew frustrated at Tony because of his teasing. My heart was hammering inside my chest and my eyes angrily raked his body, taking in every muscle, watching them contract with each swift movement.

"Foods ready Lil," Tony said with a slight edge to his voice. I hesitantly got off the counter and dropped to the floor, my feet shriveling up at the cold touch of the tile.

He handed me a plate and I mumbled a small thank you, my downstairs area was still throbbing so I did what one might call a "waddle" over to the bar and plopped down on the middle seat. I dug in, too hungry to wait for Tony to join me. The feeling between my legs slowly diminished as I happily shoved piece after piece of bacon in my mouth.

"Hungry?" His deep voice chuckles beside me. I hadn't even realized he was there. My eyes met his amused gaze and I nodded. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Tony's voice was laced with lust and the wetness returned.

"You're not s-so bad yours-self," I stuttered nervous, continuing to munch on the bacon.

"Thanks," he shook his head playfully and rested a hand on my thigh. The friction of the contact made my skin burn and I could feel my ears growing red, something that happens when I'm nervous or anxious. "So are we going to talk about last night?"

"Do you just love killing the vibe?" I groaned and swiveled around to face him, my legs spread apart unintentionally. But I made no move to shut them as I saw his eyes immediately dart down, his pupils growing wide.

I watched as his jaw clenched a few times as he brought his eyes back up to face and then to a random spot behind me. His hands ran through his hair and he sighed. "I'd love to undress you right here right now, but we really need to talk."

"We can talk later?" I cooed, leaning forward as I rested my hands on his upper thighs.

"Lilly, you and I both know later means never." He laughed and pulled me on to his lap. Standing up, he threw me over his shoulder, making me eat the soft green fabric from the shirt he was wearing. He held me up by resting my pelvic region on his shoulder and his right arm hooked underneath my knees.