Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Our tongues touch, tangle, and delve deep. Gripping his shoulders in my hands, I lift myself onto my toes so I can get closer. He tastes like the mints I saw him pop during class, a fresh hint along with his unique masculine flavor, and I can’t get enough.
I want more, more of his taste, more of his scent, more of him. He wraps an arm around my waist, hauling me against him, my hips grinding against his, my sex coming into direct contact with the hardness of his erection. He is big and thick, and my body softens, desire pulsing through me. I knew I wanted him. I hadn’t known how much until now.
A loud creaking noise sounds, followed by the slam of the lecture hall doors.
I glance around but nobody enters the room.
“Shit.” He pushes me away as if I were toxic and steps back into the aisle. “Shit,” he repeats, running a hand through his hair. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
“But it did.” And I can’t say I regret it.
“It can’t happen.” Panic laces his voice. “Never again.”
I narrow my gaze, knowing I didn’t mistake the desire between us or the fact that it was mutual. “Why not?”
“For so many reasons, but the main one is that I’m your professor.”
“Is it against school rules for a student to get involved with a teacher?” I ask.
His brow wrinkles adorably. “Not in writing. Although many schools do have things spelled out, not all do. However, I cannot allow for any hint of impropriety to taint my professional reputation. Been there, done that,” he mutters under his breath but loud enough for me to hear.
“Can you explain?” I want to know everything about him, and if he’s dealt with any kind of scandal, that will help me understand his reticence to get involved with me now.
He groans. “At my last university, a student claimed we had an affair. In reality, she was pissed I’d turned down her advances and decided to get back at me. Damn near ruined my career.” He paces up and down the aisle as he speaks. “I realize we’re the same age; however, there are so many issues with what’s happening between us I couldn’t begin to name them all. But I can’t afford anyone to think I’m giving you special treatment, using my position of authority to push you into a sexual relationship… Dammit!” The pacing continues.
“So you admit there’s something between us?” I ask hopefully.
He spins to face me, a scowl etching his features. “That’s what you took from my concerns?”
A hint of a smile lifts my lips. I can’t help it. I’m excited he feels something for me. “No,” I say softly. “I understand it all, and for that reason, I’ll stay away … until class ends.” Then I want to get to know him.
He already knows I have a son and isn’t running away because of L.J. Which means he is a good guy, something I already figured out. So I want to see if we can form some kind of relationship, as hard as it will be to find time to see one another once my son comes home.
He raises an eyebrow, obviously surprised by my easy acquiescence.
“What’s the catch?”
I laugh. “The catch is I want to get to know you in another way.”
“What’s that?”
“The old-fashioned way. You can talk to me at night on the phone. You can text me. I want to see if we have things in common besides”—I gesture between our lips. “—“that.”
Somehow I’ve left him speechless.
“Please let me know about a tutor as soon as possible,” I say, my tone somber.
“I will.”
“And Professor Warden? You have my number.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Shane
Despite the opening Amber gave me, I keep my distance. I was burned too badly once before by a nonexistent relationship with a student to indulge in any sort of real one. No matter how drawn I am to the bubbly blonde.
And in the last few weeks, I’ve seen a more radiant side to Amber’s personality as she grows more comfortable both in my class and with the material. I know from Professor Anne Slater, who is tutoring Amber, that she is grasping the material thanks to the individual attention dedicated to the subject. She also has made some friends in class, her study group, which shows me the lighter side she keeps hidden beneath the busy mom or harried student. I often see her laughing, revealing a more carefree side I wish I could get to know better.
Every time I catch a glance of her smile, my dick reacts. Remember that kiss? it seems to ask me. Don’t you want a repeat?
I frown and refocus on the papers in front of me, but the information blurs, and when my cell rings, I am grateful for the reprieve.
“Hello?” I ask without really looking at the number.