Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance Flora Ferrari (classic novels to read txt) 📖

I crease a smile as he leaves, grateful though that there’s some security on campus. I’ve never needed them since living on campus and hopefully never will.

Although, I’m more inclined to take care of my own problems if I ever have any.

“Oh!” he calls over his shoulder as he walks away. “She’s in the only single room in the dorm, 1E.”

I hold a hand up in thanks and keep moving.

Being the men’s gymnastics coach, I’ve never had cause to venture into a female dorm before.

The past twenty years I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t ventured into anything female.

Once I find her dorm, and then her door, I feel a funny flutter in my chest though, not because she’s a girl in a girl’s dorm.

Just a funny feeling comes over me like I’m close to something I know is gonna change everything somehow.

Hard to explain, even to myself. But once I realize nobody’s home I feel my shoulders sink as I turn on my heel, trudging back to my computer problem that hasn’t changed.

I’m halfway back down the hall when I hear the door click open, I would turn but she says something about it being a girl’s only dorm.

Maybe I should have worn my ‘coach’ shirt with a sign that explains it’s okay, I work here.

I have a dozen remarks I could make, but when I do turn to face her…

Those boundaries I just mentioned?

I kinda feel them crumble inside me.

The empty space in my chest that aches is suddenly flushed with warmth. The same kind that’s pulsing down to my groin, which I feel thicken as I take her in from a distance.

For twenty years I’ve worked and taught in colleges. Never looked at a student like this.

Never even considered it.

Never met the right one, I guess.

I know that now.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

My bravado only lasts so long and I have to stand my ground. That swelling in my track pants isn’t the kind to take for walks.

I must have the wrong room, nobody this perfect could have been walking around campus without me knowing. Without somebody mentioning it.

She’s so fucking perfect.

Short, but everyone is when you’re my height. Blond hair tied back in a neat ponytail that highlights her powder-soft, round face.

Her eyes are made bigger by her glasses, but it only makes the blue stand out more.

Her teeth are straight and square. I know that because she’s started to gnaw at her lower lip, betraying the mood of her opening argument about this being a girl’s only dorm.

Surely there’s room for one man here, just for a little bit?

I try to let out a little breath, which betrays me and becomes a low growl once I zoom in on her thick chest, straining with pebbled nipples under a thin white tee.

It’s a full Alpha male sound, almost like it’s coming from behind me but I know it’s from deep inside.

It’s a warning to anyone else to stay away from what’s mine, and an invitation, a command for her to get her sweet ass over to me so I can stake my claim.

Jesus Wes, take it easy. A: she’s a student, and B: she’s probably half your age.

I’m telling myself all this but I’m also tearing up the book in my mind, the rules don’t apply anymore. The little teacher’s voice in my mind is getting smaller and smaller.

The animal in me, the man at the front is getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder as my own arousal starts to ride up hard north in my pants.

By the time I actually manage to focus on her eyes, I’m telling her in my best speaking voice that her professor recommended her to help me fix my computer.

“You are Katelyn, aren’t you?” I finally manage, feeling myself starting to pant as I fight to keep my eyes above her neckline.

“I am,” she finally squeaks, flushing a deep red and starting to fidget. Once she presses her thick legs together I can’t help it. My eyes move down again and I make another low sound as I watch her move.

Willing myself not to think about putting my face between those thighs while my hands knead her perfect ass.

If I’m not mistaken, I’m getting the same vibe that I can feel myself broadcasting.

There’s no one else in the dorm, no one else for a mile or more maybe.

I’ve never felt so instantly switched on with anyone, ever.

Introducing myself as Mr. Heart, I watch her eyes move from mine down to my aching cock and then back up again.

If ever there was a no holds barred introduction with clothes on, I think we’ve just had it.

CHAPTER THREE

Katelyn

Standing there in the hall, I can feel my mouth moving as I try to speak. I’m making a shape like a fish blowing bubbles and try as I might, I just can’t take my eyes off his groin.

I tell myself it must be the lines in the fabric, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that is when it’s so close.

When it’s so big.

I shiver as I feel another line of heat ripple across my own front, my nipples feel like pebbles, beckoning him to stick that fat hot rod of his between them and-

Jesus! What’s come over me?

I feel my trembling hands spread out in front of me before I put them to my temples, trying to regain my composure.

I clear my throat and after we both stand staring for I don’t know how long, I cover my chest with my arms and see a little disappointment in his eyes when I do.

I should be a lot of things right now, but one thing I’m not is wanting this to end.

I could stand here in the hall and watch this man all day, but one of us has to do or say something.

“Umm… How bad do you need me?” I hear myself ask him, hearing him swallow hard as his lip curls.

Those