Holly's body vibrated as Remus' car rushed through an intersection towards her house. The air in the car pulsed with an energy that left an aching need stretching in her core. Suddenly she regretted going commando, worried her sticky lube between her legs would stain his leather seats.
The song on Remus' playlist shifted to a celestial duet from Celine Dion and Josh Groban.
Despite the religious words, Holly's need only increased as her gaze shifted to Remus. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, reining in his animal of a machine. He turned the car down a small road with ease.
"Is something on your mind, Holly?" His deep voice sent a shiver racing down her spine, pooling in her lower belly. Was his voice that sensual in bed?
Holly forced her gaze to the radio for a moment, trying to calm her racing libido. She shifted, making sure her dress covered her so none of her excitement dampened his seats. "This is an interesting choice of music."
Remus frowned. "I hate the word interesting, Miss Beddoes."
Holly pursed her lips, wondering why he shifted between Holly and Miss Beddoes as though he was deciding between which he preferred. "Why?"
"Interesting is vague. Vagueness serves no purpose other than to confuse or manipulate. Purposefully confusing a person or manipulating them is a spiteful, loathsome act. Interesting is as substantial as the word stuff, or, thing, or it. Precision is crucial. And if you plan on getting your Ph.D., in English literature no less, that's a necessary lesson for you to learn."
Holly rolled her eyes, his condescension dampening her libido enough for her to control her tongue. "Thanks for the free lecture, professor."
His lip tilted upward before he could hide his smile. "You're welcome, Miss Beddoes."
"This is a surprising choice of music."
Remus paused. "Still a weak word, and possibly not the one you intended, but it's better than interesting."
"Well, after three glasses of wine, it was the best word I could think of."
"You also should never end a sentence with a preposition," he said.
Holly glared at him before his lip tilted upward. "You… Professor, you're making fun of me!"
Remus let out a bark of a laugh that sliced through the air. "No, Holly. You are not someone to make fun of, though I must admit you are certainly fun to annoy." As the car pulled to a red light, he turned to face her.
His silver eyes danced with a fire that kick started her libido all over again. Emptiness throbbed between Holly's legs.
"I enjoy teasing you." His words caressed her like velvet. His dark sensual promise tickled her flesh, sending goosebumps rising on her skin. As the light turned green, he returned his attention to the road.
His large hand reached across the car, resting above her knee, below the soft fabric of her skirt.
Holly's body froze. She wanted him. Every muscle, nerve, and bone in her body begged her to do it. Spread her thighs and send him the message. His hand, his everything, was more than welcome between her warm thighs.
She clenched her right hand, the hand he could not see, and dug her fingers in her palm, forcing her gaze out at the road.
She would not do it. She would not give into temptation. She would not fuck professor Lupin.
Remus released her leg, gripping the wheel as he turned onto her street.
The car, the professor, all of it felt so out of place in her crumbling neighborhood. Old, rusted, and broken down cars littered her street. Remus parked between a Suburu with a flat tire and a 1995 Pontiac.
"I had a very enjoyable evening, Holly," Remus said as he killed the car's engine.
"I did too," she said. "Thank you for dinner, Remus." She unclenched her hand, hoping she hadn't drawn blood.
Remus frowned, his nostrils flaring for a moment. He paused before reaching for his door handle. He opened his door and unfolded from the low seats before walking around to open her door.
Holly eased herself from the passenger seat, careful not to step on uneven concrete in her tall heels.
Remus offered her his hand, but she rose from the car, pretending she his offer had gone unseen. Touching him, taking his hand in such a chivalrous gesture, would only fuel the raging hunger between her legs. Dampness clung to her inner thighs with each step towards her house. The cool summer air tickled the smooth skin between her legs, the wind trying to pry her legs apart.
She opened the gate to her small garden in front of her house, the pitiful patch of land overgrown and scattered with trash from the neighbors. The squeaky latch clicked closed and she could feel Remus' tall body striding behind her. Energy puled from him. Even if she could not see him, she could feel his presence.
Walking up the two steps to her front porch, she turned, digging her keys from her purse. "Thank you again for dinner." The calmness in her voice surprised her. With Remus standing a foot away from her, every cell in her body was a shaky, nervous mess.
"Thank you again for your company." His deep growl sent shivers under her skin. He bent lower.
Time froze. Holly's muscles tensed as hot excitement gushed in her veins like magma under a volcano's surface. Hot, raw, ready to burn her alive.
Professor Remus Lupin placed a gentle kiss on her right cheek.
Warm blossomed from his touch. Her muscles relaxed as her tipple tightened under the flimsy fabric of her dress. A fresh wave of need oozed from between her legs.
His smell overwhelmed her. The smell of a forest after a thunderstorm. A smoldering campfire. Chocolate. And something distinctly male and him that had no name.
"Remus." Her lips parted, quietly saying his name before his lips pulled away. She tasted his name in her mouth like fine wine. Smoky like expensive scotch. Buttery life toffee. Sweet like milk chocolate melting on her tongue.
The crisp autumn air dampened her skin where his lips had been. His warm breath tickled her ear as he pulled away with a faint smile.
"Good night, Holly."
"Good night." Forcing her hand to remain steady, she unlocked her door, slipped inside the safety of her house, and locked the door behind her.
Holly's mind whirled, her body aching with need, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She needed release. She needed sex. She needed to fuck.
She kicked her heels off, scattering them across her living room floor as she hunted through her phone.
She had about two dozen numbers from men—friends, ex-boyfriends, old lovers, men she'd met in bars and concerts.
She found the one number she needed, and dialed.
As the line clicked, before the other caller could even say hello, Holly's breath left her body in a heated rush.
"Come over, now. Before I do something I regret. Please."