Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I’m on edge, but the trepidation is thrilling. My wanton behavior could cost me my place at the university, but I suspect Rand doesn’t intend to get me kicked out.
I have no idea what will happen when we get to the privacy of his office. Wild scenarios race through my mind as we leave the library, each one more disturbingly erotic than the last.
He doesn’t say a word to me; he simply strides purposefully, leaving me no choice but to rush to keep up.
Part of me thinks I probably look like a puppy trotting along in his wake, but I’m not sure what else to do.
Leaving doesn’t seem like an option. I don’t think he’d allow it; he could easily keep pace with me and follow me home.
I straighten my shoulders. I’m no coward. I won’t run from him.
He had no right to touch me, even if I was masturbating in public.
No matter how insanely hot it was to watch him taste me, I have some leverage here. My professor made an overtly sexual advance.
If he thinks he can hold this over me, I’ll stand up for myself.
I’ve mostly gathered my resolve by the time we enter his office. The door snaps closed behind me, and suddenly his big body cages mine against the wall. His powerful arms brace on either side of my head, and his face is a feral mask.
I place a restraining hand on his chest and narrow my eyes at him. His heart hammers beneath my palm.
“I don’t think so,” I say tersely.
His brows draw together in dangerous slashes. “What’s changed in the last few minutes? You didn’t seem to be thinking at all when I caught you in the library.”
I tip my chin back, and his gaze flicks to my lips as though I’m offering a kiss.
“No,” I refuse before he can act. “Just because you caught me in a compromising position doesn’t give you the right to touch me.”
“The way your eyes flashed when I licked your juices from your fingers tells me I have every right. You want me.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll let you drag me to your office and steal a kiss.”
“I didn’t drag you anywhere. I said come, and you obeyed. A kiss won’t be stolen. You’re going to offer it to me. I think I’ll make you beg for it, since you’ve decided to be so obstinate.”
I gape at him. “You should be the one begging. You’re practically panting after me. I’m your student, Professor.”
That wicked smirk makes my heart skip a beat.
“I think I like when you call me that. It has the proper air of authority.”
I roll my eyes and try to pretend I’m not turned on by his arrogance.
“What happened to you wanting me to call you Rand? I thought you preferred it over Professor Asshole.”
One long finger presses against my lips, and I’m shocked into silence for a traitorous moment.
“Just Professor will do,” he drawls. “Unless you want to add to your punishment?”
“I suggest you remove your finger if you don’t want to get bitten.” My warning is too breathy.
His other hand shifts, and his fingers slide into my hair, gripping gently.
“Tell me you want to stop.” He’s not taunting me; it’s a low reassurance.
If I say stop now, he’ll back off.
My hand is still on his chest, and my fingers curl into his shirt.
“I think you’re the one who doesn’t want to stop. Maybe you do want to be the one to beg.”
His low chuckle is darkly sensual. “We both know you wouldn’t like that.”
“You don’t know me,” I shoot back, but my retort is ruined when my breath hitches.
“I know you well enough. Don’t worry. I’ll more than earn my kiss. You will suffer for it.”
I glance down pointedly at his erection, and I have to fight the urge to swallow hard. Even against his trousers, I can tell he’s huge.
“I think you’re the one suffering right now,” I manage to quip.
“Oh yes,” he agrees, not at all abashed. “Do you want to be punished for that too? For making me ache for you?”
Honeyed warmth pools low in my belly: lust and feminine gratification.
I lick my lips, and his fingers tighten in my hair. His free hand hooks beneath my jaw to trap me in place.
I go utterly still, completely transfixed. His head dips toward mine, cruelly slow.
I’m practically trembling for him by the time his heated words caress my mouth.
“You’re aching too. But not nearly enough. Not yet. You can stop me at any time. Tell me you understand.”
“This is insane,” I say weakly.
“Don’t you dare say we can’t. We both want this. I’m tired of fighting it. Aren’t you?”
“That doesn’t mean it’s right.”
“I don’t give a fuck about what’s right. I just want you. Tell me you want me, Lena.”
Acting on animal instinct, I strain to tip my head back farther. His grip on my hair and face renders me immobile.