“You’re my teacher.”
His brow rose. “And?”
“And as my teacher, you shouldn’t…” What was the rest of that statement?
You shouldn’t care who I dated? No, that didn’t feel right. I could go with: You shouldn’t be attracted to students. That was kind of hypocritical, though, considering I’d spent all morning ogling him.
Not to mention, assuming that he liked me in that way was a big jump. For all I knew, he simply didn’t enjoy hearing about people’s romantic encounters. Couldn’t say I blamed him.
However, he did say he was jealous.
My silence caused the arch in Reese’s brow to deepen. “I shouldn’t what?”
“Give me a minute.” I was working on it.
A minute was not what I got. I don’t think I even got a second.
Reese growled, “Fuck it.” and jumped out of his chair.
Next thing I knew, I was thrown back on the table.
“What the hell do you—” was all I managed to get out before his mouth slammed down on mine.
I tried to push him away, but all that resulted in was my arms being pinned above my head. My legs weren’t an option. Reese had wedged his way between my thighs, preventing me from kicking.
All I could do was lay there feeling heat pool in my belly as his weight pressed down on me. Even then, I retained some resistance.
Until he bit my lip.
Every nerve ending I had suddenly lit up. My entire body wrapped around the sweet taste of his tongue swirling over mine. I felt myself relax into him as a contented sigh left my lips. Then it ended.
Reese pulled away and glared down at me. “The next time you think about Scotty Dalton, I want you to remember this.” He bent down, brushing the scruff on his cheek against mine and whispered, “That’s what a real kiss feels like.”
“O-okay,” I whispered back and cleared my throat. “Good to know.”
He smiled and walked away to sit back down.
The longer I stayed there, processing what happened, the angrier I got.
Reese had basically just molested me, and now he was sitting there like this was a normal Tuesday afternoon. What the fuck was wrong with him? This shit wasn’t normal. People didn’t go around kissing other people out of the blue. And certainly not supposed teachers.
I sprang off the table and pointed a finger at him. “Are you crazy?”
And how did Reese respond?
He looked up, arched a brow, and said, “I told you we could doRomeo and Juliet.”
What the fuck? He knew what I was talking about, and it had nothing to do with that damn book.
“Fuck Shakespeare.”
“Hmm.” He sat back and folded his arms over his chest. “Your old school said you might be a problem.”
What? I wasn’t a problem. Sure, I skipped a couple of classes and may have told a teacher or two off…
Wait a minute…
“Don’t try to distract me with school.”
