Insatiable (UNDERGOING REWRITES)

Chapter 6 : Nolan Daniels

I found Julian turning the corner outside the cafeteria, glancing down at his phone.

While I was still feeling...well, I'm not sure what I was feeling. Caleb had claimed I was jealous. I was not jealous. Sure, I felt a great urge to shove Mr. Cortez down a steep, steep hill with sharp rocks at the bottom. But for what? Talking with Julian? Merely looking at him?

It definitely sounds like jealousy...

No, I couldn't be jealous. It made no sense. I had only just met Julian yesterday. How did I have a right to feel jealous about him interacting with another guy. A guy that had a smooth accent and incredibly handsome looks to match. I don't know if I could be a match to a hot guy with an accent.

Julian looked good today. I was sure he looked good everyday, but the pair of skinny jeans hugging his thighs and accentuating the curves of his ass was just starting to make me salivate. I wondered what it would be like to take a bite of his ass. Would it be as smooth feeling and juicy looking as I was imagining? Probably.

When he paused mid step, his eyes glued down on his phone, I took my chance and slinked up behind him. With one look around to make sure we were alone in the hallway, I put my hands lightly on his hips and pressed myself against his back. He let out a startled yelp, trying to leap away from me but I held him steady.

"Hello, professor," I whispered in his ear.

From the angle I stood and how short he was compared to me, I could see his phone screen, glimpsing the seeming angry conversation going on. All the contact said was X. Was is an ex-boyfriend? Or a nickname? That was confusing, but I wasn't going to ask. I had no ground to do so, much less snoop on his texts.

He quickly closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket all while trying to pull away from me. I leaned my head down, my nose dragging against his neck. He smelled incredible, a mix between cinnamon and apples. Spicy and sweet. I liked that. I dared even further and pressed an open mouthed kiss against him and I felt him go rigged beneath me.

Pulling away enough so Julian could step away from me, I watched my professor carefully. But he made no movement, didn't pull away from me. I kept my hands on his hips, but lightly enough that he could easily take them off him. I was giving him the chance to stop this, stop me from taking this further. He wasn't taking the chance though. He was frozen in front of me, his back facing me. I wondered what he was thinking. What did I want him to be thinking? Was he thinking of Mr. Cortez? That made me scowl and I spun him around.

He stared up at me now, his light brown eyes wide as he let out a breath of surprise. His dark hair fanned out over his shoulders, tucked behind his ears. They were small and very cute. I was tempted to kiss and nip at them, but I refrained. For now.

"When is your meeting with Mr. Cortez?" It's not what I wanted to say. I didn't want to even talk or think about the English professor. But the question tumbled out before I could even hold my tongue back. Julian was silent a moment, his features schooling into one of thoughtfulness before he slowly smirked. And damn him, he looked even more sexy. I didn't know how he does it, be able to look cute and sexy at the same time.

"Jealous, Mr. Daniels?"

There was that damn word again. I was not jealous. I've never been jealous of anyone or anything in my life, and I wasn't about to start now.

"Yes."

What. The. Fuck. Nolan.

"I mean, no! I-I'm not jealous!" Nice save, dumbass. Clearly you're in denial. "Why would I be jealous?"

Julian's smirk only grew more, looking more and more sinister. But it only further fueled the desire pooling in my gut. He raised a hand, fingering one of the buttons on my shirt, one of the ones near my belly button. His thumb was dangerously close to the top of my pants. Just move a little lower... I dare you.