Chapter 21

"I don't mean to disturb, I just-"

"Oh, do pardon us," Professor Havers apologized.

"We got so completely wrapped up, we've been ignoring you."

"That's okay!" I quickly said.

My eyes turned to Harry when he looked at me with a slightly creased brow.

"I was actually only interrupting because... well, I was wondering if you would mind if I retired. I'm afraid I'm not feeling so well all of a sudden."

Professor Havers immediately frowned and looked at me closer.

"You do look a little flushed. You might be coming down with something, dear."

Coming down with something.

A case of horniness, to which there was only one cure. Yeah, that sounded about right.

"I just might. I'm so sorry."

"Nonsense, I hope you feel better," Professor Havers sympathized.

Both men then stood up when I pulled my chair out to leave. I smiled politely, but then went to leave. I had only just exited the dining room when I heard Harry's muffled voice excuse himself. I then heard footsteps following me, and it only took another moment before I sensed him right behind me.

I gasped quietly when he surprised me by pulling me to the side and cupping my face.

"Are you feeling alright? Do you have a fever?" He looked concerned at me and then pressed his hand over my forehead.

I pressed my lips together, frustratedly.

"I ‘Il ask one of the maids to bring some tea up to your room."

Oh. for heaven's sake.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around his neck, before stepping up to my toes and pulling his lips down to mine. I mashed mine against his and moaned softly as I felt him reach out for the wall behind me to support his balance when I practically clung to him. His lips responded to mine, and with a small movement, he cupped my face and kissed me back when I deepened the kiss.

For once, I didn't need him to be a perfect gentleman.

I needed.. I wanted him to be rough with me, to touch me places without my verbal permission, to take what I didn't know I was ready to give before his lips caressed mine.

Just once, I wanted him to understand that I didn't understand what I wanted, but that it was his job to figure out what that was.

Pulling away from his lips, I panted lightly and kept my eyes closed as I continued to cling to him. I heard him breathe back heavily as well, but with much more control than me, as usual.

"Cassandra.."

"I'm not sick," I cut in.

I grabbed his hand when I realized he wouldn't do as I wanted, and therefore pulled him closer, so close his hand slid up between my thighs.

"I'm horny."

His palm cupped my crevice. I made him feel what he had somehow done to be in the other room and let his fingers investigate the evidence that was the damp patch of my cotton panty.

He exhaled a slow breath into my hair, just near my ear. His fingers probingly felt the outlines of my lower lips.

"I see."

"It's all your fault," I hissed up at him when he continued to caress me, but did nothing else than just that.

What would it take for this man to snap?

"You turned me on."

When my lips feathered along the line of his jaw, I felt him clench it before nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"I don't recall trying to,"

He replied.

I scoffed lowly, because that sounded too cocky, even with his calm voice. I then had to bite my lip to avoid moaning when he suddenly pressed down on my clit through my panty, as if to arouse me further. Bastard.

"You were talking and... and... f-fuck."

I gripped onto his shirt and then had to bury my mouth against his chest when he found the spot. I couldn't help but release a soft moan, even though I was aware we were standing in the middle of the hall with only a corner and a wall separating us from the other room. I tried to keep my sounds to myself, but l just couldn't.

He then suddenly stopped moving his fingers.

I was just about to whimper out a protest when I felt him lift his other palm to my face and cup it, before drawing my lips up to his. He looked into my eyes for a brief moment, before slowly lowering his mouth onto mine.

I shut my eyes and clung to his shoulders as he devoured my lips with his slow, but dominating movements. I was trembling, and the hand he had purposely kept between my legs was now a grinding pole for me to rub myself against as I felt his lips mold against mine.

God, why did his lips feel so good against mine?

He pulled away too soon, and before I could protest, he removed his hand from between my legs and brushed my cheek with his thumb. I slowly and reluctantly opened my eyes and looked up to find him already looking at me.

"Go upstairs," He admonished.

"Make yourself comfortable. I need to go back to Havers. He's my guest."

I was frustrated and I let him know with a little, irritated look. Of course I knew we couldn't do anything right now. He had a guest over and this was just... weird. I didn't even know what had turned me on or what had made me come so undone, but this was so unlike me. I usually had a somewhat decent grip on my urges when in company of others, but today something slipped for me.

I stood by my accusation, that it was entirely his fault.

"Have fun working," I replied, letting go of his shirt.

He was the first to pull away, and even if I didn't want him to, he left shortly after. I heard his footsteps walking back into the dining room where he was met by Havers concerned interest.

Harry excused the disturbance, but didn't comment on my health.

A second later they were back to talking math.

And I went up to my room to have a serious conversation with myself about why the hell I was getting so attached to his touch.