Dear Professor(58)

Jordan half choked on his drink. “Why were you getting your license revoked?”

“The unpaid tickets. Obviously.”

“I thought you said you talked yourself out of them.”

“I did. Well, kind of. I went on a date from hell with the sheriff’s son, and the man was all too happy to write them off if I slept with his son.”

“Did you?” He broke out into a grin.

“Of course not.” I snorted. “I made a deal with his son: If he told his dad I’d slept with him, I’d put a good word in for him, if you get my meaning.”

“I get it.” He laughed and pushed his plate to the side. “I have to admit, that was very well played, Miss Hamilton.”

“Why, thank you, sir.” I grinned sassily. “I do find my mouth to be one of my better qualities.”

His eyes flashed with the memory. “I have to say I agree, and if I didn’t have thirty-five papers to grade tonight, I’d be hauling you out of here to remind me.”

I bent forward, making sure my boobs crushed against the table. His gaze dropped to my chest.

“Why not stay up a little later? I’m done eating and have nothing to do for the rest of the day.”

“Are you attempting to use your persuasive skills on me, sweet thing?”#p#分页标题#e#

“Attempting? Not at all. We’d already be in your car if I’d tried that.”

He dragged his gaze up to mine, and the lust I saw glaring back at me thrilled me.

“You do realize that this conversation has escalated incredibly quickly,” he said.

“Of course I am. I escalated it.”

He kept his eyes on me as he raised his hand in the direction of the waitress. I wanted to squirm beneath the heat of his gaze, but I refused to. I wouldn’t give in today. It didn’t matter that we had one huge thing in common, something that connected us by a tiny, silver thread of intimacy that was tightly winding itself through the air. I didn’t want to focus on that. I didn’t want any kind of particular connection with him—even if it was one that was inevitable, like the losses we’d suffered.

It still remained that there was a line. We weren’t emotion or intimacy. We were sex. Red-hot, rough, bruising, desperate sex.

I liked it that way. I wanted more of it that way. But I wanted him to want it too.

I wanted him to want me so badly that he’d be uncontrollable. Just like he had been on Friday night. Animalistic and brutal. I’d loved it. God, I’d loved it.

He paid the bill despite my protests and practically dragged me outside. Everyone else saw a well-mannered gentleman with his arm around the waist of his lunch date as he guided her through the diner.

I felt a man with a strong, possessive grip around my body as his fingers dug into my hip.

I didn’t know which one I preferred. In that second, though, I was swinging to the strong, possessive grip.

Jordan led me to his SUV, a few cars down from mine, and I let him until he reached for the door handle. I swung around in front of him, putting my back against the door, and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He grunted as I pulled him into me. He steadied himself with one hand against the window as I tugged him so far down that he had no choice but to kiss me.

I wrapped one hand around his neck and held him against me. This time, the kiss was mine. I explored his mouth with my tongue, tracing every curve of his lips and battling every stroke of his tongue. We fought for dominance, taking turns winning out momentarily before the other ultimately took control.

I slid my hand down his front and cupped his semi-hard cock. It hardened beneath my grip as I continued to kiss him with no intention other than turning him the hell on.

He had a past, and so did I, and that leveled the playing field. I needed to swing it in my favor, and swing it I fucking would.

I lightly squeezed his cock and grazed my teeth across his bottom lip. I smiled as I did it, taking pleasure in the low groan that rumbled in his throat. I was as turned on as he felt, but control was about taking it and holding on to it.

“Tough luck, sir,” I gasped against his mouth. “I just remembered… I have studying to do.” I pushed him off me and darted away as he reached for me.

His eyes narrowed into dark slits. “Darcy.” My name was nothing but a growl vibrating off his lips.

I touched my fingers to my mouth then blew him a kiss, smugness flooding through me. “See you in class, Professor. Oh…and don’t expect me to be wearing any panties.”

“Darcy!”

I laughed as I ran around the cars separating ours and jumped into mine. I slammed the door, locked it, and started the engine in record speed, even as my purse fell over on the passenger’s seat and its contents scattered across the floor. I didn’t want to take the risk that he’d catch me because I knew he would given half a chance.