a/n: As always, thank you so much for the reviews for last chapter! :) I hope you like this one.

Rose's eyelids fluttered open, and she sighed softly as she rolled over so she was facing Dimitri; he was still fast asleep. And why shouldn't he be? A quick look at the clock told her that he'd been inside of her just a few short hours ago. She should be exhausted. Her body was sore, but she didn't want to spend her time in his bed asleep.

She took the opportunity to study him: Long, dark lashes rested on his cheeks in slumber, and his lips were slightly parted. He looked so innocent in sleep that Rose had to stifle a laugh. She knew damn well that wasn't true!

Rose still couldn't believe that she was in bed with him again. If she'd never seen him that second time, she would've been fine. In fact, she probably wouldn't have given their time together a second thought. Oh, she wouldn't have forgotten him. He'd been an amazing lover, after all. She would've just remembered him as her first one night stand-simple as that.

But she had seen him again, and all she'd been able to do was think about the way he'd made her insides quiver. Rose's body had longed for his in a way it never had before-for any man.

Was it because he was more experienced? Or was it because he was her professor and therefore off limits? Maybe it was because he'd touched her in places that up until now, she hadn't realized existed.

Rose knew one thing-right now, he represented everything she wanted-sex with no strings attached. And better than that-mind-blowing sex.

She reached over and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead, screeching when his hand lightly gripped her wrist. "What're you doing?" he asked groggily.

"You didn't even open your eyes," Rose said in amazement.

"And you didn't even answer my question," he shot back in a teasing tone.

"I...I wasn't doing anything," Rose stuttered.

Her heart skipped a beat as Dimitri's lips broke into a grin, his eyes still unopened. "You just can't keep your hands off me, can you?"

Rose laughed, trying to make it sound casual. "Don't tell me you're surprised," she said.

"Not at all." His lids parted, finally lifting to reveal his brown eyes. Normally they were a milk chocolate brown, but right now they looked more like dark chocolate. From her experience (OK...from just the two times she'd gone home with him) that meant he wanted her. She glanced down quickly, and the twitching bed sheet between his thighs confirmed her suspicions.

Rose grinned as she slowly lifted her gaze over his sculpted chest and fixed her eyes on his. Reaching over, she raked her nails lightly down over his chest, eliciting a hiss from him. When she reached the sheet at his waist, she gripped it and with a single tug, pulled it down to his knees. She sighed at the sight of his long, thick cock, pulsing and ready for her. "Up and at 'em, Professor," she said with a growl as she threw her leg over his hips.

Dimitri's hands immediately settled on her waist, preventing her from moving. She groaned in frustration. "Are you even wet enough for this?" he asked in a low voice.

"Mmm hmm," Rose insisted with an eager nod.

"Roza-" he said warningly.

But she was able to overpower his grip and slid down his length, a loud moan escaping from her throat. "Told ya," she said, a shiver coursing through her body as she felt him throbbing inside of her.

"How in the hell are you already so damn wet?" he demanded.

"Sometimes," Rose said with a grunt as she clamped her body around his, pulsing quickly back and forth. "Foreplay is about more than just action. Sometimes, thoughts are enough to get a girls juices flowing," she informed him.

"Yeah?" he asked with a grin. "And what kinds of thoughts got your juices flowing, Roza?" he asked, his voice thick as his grip on her waist tightened.

Rose groaned as she clamped around him again, rocking her hips back and forth. She locked her hands over his in order to keep them on her waist. As long as he didn't touch her she'd be able to keep going. But sweet Lord, the simple ghosting of his hands over her flesh would be enough to send her careening over the edge.

"Just the...thought of you," Rose said through labored breaths. "So damn...big that it doesn't matter how wet I am...because that first stroke, that first feel of you inside me is going to hurt for a split second before it feels so fuckin' good that I have to hold back or I'm gonna get off in a flash."

"Keep talkin', Roza," Dimitri said as he pulled his hands effortlessly out from underneath hers and then flipped them over, "and I'm going to get off," he warned as he looked down at her. He had to struggle to keep his gaze on hers; the sight of her breasts rising and falling as she struggled for air was enticing.

His own heart hammered in his chest at the sound of her giggle. Was this the first time he'd heard her laugh? "At least I won't be alone," she said breathlessly as her nails dug into the flesh at his waist and she lifted her hips off the mattress, meeting him stroke for frenzied stroke.

He didn't know why this happened with her...why he couldn't make himself last. It had never been such a struggle for him before, but every time he felt her body around his, it was enough to make him explode. He bit down on his lower lip as he plunged inside of her again, desperate to make himself last.

But she lifted her head up off the pillow until their lips met, thrusting her tongue inside of his mouth and that was his undoing. The taste of her, coupled with the feel of her tightening around him stole his control, was enough to send what felt like a flame of fire through his entire body. And he burst inside of her.

"You know, I was thinking-"

"I thought you only got paid to do that Monday through Friday," Rose teased from her spot on the bed curled up next to Dimitri. She absently ran her fingers back and forth over his lower stomach.

"Sometimes I like to do it recreationally," he joked.

"Aaaah."

"If you stay for the day...and then, you know...tonight...and most of tomorrow-then technically...I still only brought you home Friday night," he reasoned.

Rose splayed her hand over his lower belly and pushed herself up so she was looking down into his face. "This is true," she agreed. "But I'd have to go home to get some clothes and my toothbrush," she told him.

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her body down onto his, her breasts crushed between them. "I have another shirt I think you'd look fantastic in," he informed her. "And a spare toothbrush."

"Oh," Rose said teasingly. "You keep a spare toothbrush, huh? For just such occasions?"

"Yes," Dimitri said dryly, his eyes dancing despite his tone. "Just in case some temptress from my first period class is hell bent on seducing me and I give in, I keep a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet." He laughed. "Actually-I had a buy one get one free coupon," he admitted.

Rose laughed as she leaned down and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "I have to go home," she insisted. "If I don't, my roommate will think I've been taken hostage and call the police."

"So call her," Dimitri said in amusement.

Rose shook her head. "You don't know Lissa. She'll think there's some crazed kidnapper holding a gun to my head telling me what to say. She has an overactive imagination."

"You think?" Dimitri asked.

Rose reluctantly pushed herself off Dimitri and shimmied to the other side of the mattress. "I'm gonna run home and grab some clothes and my toothbrush," she told him as she stood. "Give me an hour. I want to take a shower, too."

She watched as Dimitri practically leaped to the spot on the mattress in front of her and seized her wrist. "I'll give you half that, and you can shower here. With me," he told her as he pulled her closer and leaned down to nuzzle her neck.

"Ooooh," Rose said with a shiver. "I like your idea better."