“I’m an asshole?” He raised his eyebrows and clasped my wrists.
“And you needed to accost me in a bathroom stall for that?” I almost gaped at him. “What are you even doing here?”
“Presumably having coffee, given that this is a coffee shop,” he responded, bemused. “And no—I’m accosting you in a bathroom stall to find out if I’m going to be subjected to the knowledge that you won’t have any underwear on during class today.”
I met his eyes in a challenge. “Why don’t you find out?”
He tugged me right against him, which wasn’t hard given our tight quarters. He secured my hands behind my back and lowered his face to mine. He brushed his lips across mine before they found my neck and kissed a hot trail down to my collarbone. As his mouth on my skin commanded my attention, he slid his hand beneath my dress and pushed it between my legs.
“Panties,” he rasped, his fingers coming into contact with the lace of my thong. “What there is of them, at least.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” I breathed, desperately trying to ignore the ache in my clit. “I haven’t taken them off yet.”
His sentence died as the door opened. We both froze, him with his hand still between my legs.
“Darcy?” Jenna’s voice filled the room. “You’ve been in here a few minutes. Are you all right?”
“Shit,” I mouthed to Jordan.
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“Yep, I’m fine. Just, you know. Girl stuff.”
“Oh. You didn’t bring your purse in.”
Fuck.
“Do you need me to get you a tampon from the machine?”
Cringing, I answered, “Please.”
I could barely breathe as she crossed the floor and put a quarter in the machine. The quiet drop of the tampon seemed to scream.
“Here.” Jenna’s hand appeared beneath the stall, the tampon encased in her fingertips.
I bent down and took it. “Thanks. I’ll be out in a minute. Leave my coffee on the sink if you want to go without me.”
“All right. It’ll be safe. It’s dead out there. It’s on the sink. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, bye.” I held my breath until the door clicked shut then looked helplessly at the tampon.
Thank God she’d never paid attention to the fact I don’t have periods.
Jordan’s quiet chuckle broke through the silence, and he stepped off the toilet. “I’m hoping that was a cover story.”
I nodded with a grim smile on my face. “I didn’t know what else to say. I panicked.”
He took it from my hand, grinning, then dropped it in the little trash can next to the toilet. “Your next class starts in ten minutes,” he breathed into my ear. “You should probably get going. You wouldn’t want to piss off your professor.”
I swallowed and raised my eyes to his. “Trust me. My professor is going to be in a very, very bad mood the whole lesson.”
“Is he now?”
Demurely, I nodded. “I should probably go. My coffee’s getting cold.”
“So is mine.” He eyed me speculatively as I unlocked the door and squeezed out of the stall. He followed me out and slapped my butt before walking out of the restroom like he hadn’t just been in a ladies’ bathroom.
As soon as the door shut, I ran back into the stall and closed the door. Then I took my thong off and balled it into my fist. Then, grabbing my coffee, I headed back to the front, and my lips gave a devilish tug upward as I saw that he was sitting at a table with a laptop open in front of him.
I swerved around the tables until I got to him, paused, and dropped my panties in his lap. He slapped his hand over them, and the burn of his gaze followed me as I walked to the door. I tugged it open and glanced back.
His look gave me chills of the best kind. They were driven by the lust I saw dancing in his eyes. It was exciting to see such need reflected back at me. I fought my shiver until I left the coffee shop and got into my car.
This was going to be either the worst class ever or the best one.
I had my bets on both, depending which side of his desk you were on.
I made it to class only moments before he did. I was sure that it was a deliberate move by him. He’d probably tried to catch me before I’d driven across campus but failed and, instead, tried to follow me. I wouldn’t have put it past him.
I already knew I was in trouble for that little trick.
His blue eyes blazed at me as he swept his gaze across the class. His voice was deep when he spoke, and I felt every word in tingles across my skin. I couldn’t help but watch him as he walked back and forth at the front of the room, writing on the board. Dots appeared next to various words as he hit the marker against the board to make a point.