Excerpt from Lessons for Teacher

WARNING: Adult content ahead!

She shifted anxiously. “I’m not—I don’t want you to think I’ve ever done anything like that. All weekend I worried that you might think—”

He placed his hand on the table, close to hers but not touching. He didn’t want to spook her. “I never thought. I don’t either, for what it’s worth.”

She swallowed. “Really? Because I know a lot of girls—”

“Girls,” he repeated. “Not really my thing.”

She giggled. “It seemed to be exactly your thing.”

He reached across the table to rest his hand on her arm. “You’re no girl, innocent as you are. There are things you know—”

“Not according to my ex.”

He blinked. “Then he’s an idiot.”

A smile flashed through her eyes. “You have no idea.”

“You know what gets me?” he asked, leaning even closer. “This, right here.” He circled a finger in the air above the hollow of her throat. She lifted her hand to her neck and he pushed it away. “It tightens up when you get passionate about something, like in class. And it tightens up when you’re around me.” He dragged his fingertip over the smooth skin and felt her pulse flutter under his touch.

He’d wanted to taste her there for months, and when he had, on Saturday night, it had been a concentration of her scent. Just remembering her taste on his tongue aroused him. Hell, watching her eyes widen and darken aroused him, and he shifted to accommodate his erection.

“Is there someplace we can go?”

“Brady. You have a class.” Her voice was breathy and shot straight to his groin.

“Not for a couple of hours.”

“I don’t have my own place.”

“Neither do I. I live in the dorm.”

“Right. With the roommate who never leaves.”

“You have an office or something?”

“I’m just a T.A.”

She was chickening out. Okay, he could get that. He was disappointed, after Saturday night, after reliving the encounter on Saturday, after fantasizing about getting into her panties for months. Resigned, he reached for his backpack.

“Our classroom is empty right now,” she said, her words rushed. “It’s where I usually work on my plans for the next class.”

He snapped his gaze to hers. Her blush ended at the vee of her blouse. Christ, that was adorable.

“Should we go?” he asked, watching her eyes, seeing the indecision underlying the desire.

She looped her hand through the straps of her bag. “Let’s go.”

He waited for her to stand, then stepped behind her, his hand on her elbow, but allowing her to lead the way. His jeans weren’t baggy enough to hide the erection he couldn’t get under control, especially when he watched the unconscious sway of her ass.

She moved like that in class, too, and it was a miracle the room wasn’t full of walking hard-ons. Right now all he could think about was getting her alone, rubbing his cock against her ass, making her come. Those sounds she’d made the other night, those sweet little whimpers—Jesus, no wonder he couldn’t get a handle on his arousal.

When he would have guided her toward the elevator, she headed for the stairs. The classroom was only on the third floor, but he wanted to be alone with her now, wanted to feel her mouth open for him, wanted to feel her body against him.
He consoled himself with watching her walk up the stairs ahead of him.

What a great ass.

Then they reached the room and he turned her to him, his hand on her waist, diving in for a kiss.