“Ah.” He let out a breath of relief. “I can finally hear myself think.”
“Doubt there’d be much to hear,” I taunted, flirtatiously.
He let out a laugh.
“Wouldn’t that reflect a poor job on your end, professor?” He countered, placing a hand under my chin. “Though, I have been a bit distracted in class this year. Hard to pay attention when I’m utterly bewitched by how fucking stunning you are.” He planted a kiss on my cheek. “And clever.” Then on my neck. “And funny.” Then a little lower. “And?—”
I turned in the seat, my hands fisting his button-down shirt. I aggressively pulled him in for a kiss, shutting him up. The scorching flush was growing again. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew a part of him wanted to come here to talk about everything privately, but that was the farthest thing from my mind right now. And with every breath shared, speaking seemed to slip his mind too.
I could feel the smile on his face as I coaxed his mouth to invite me in. It willingly complied.
God, he was so warm, I wanted to nestle myself into him. I’d felt the potion’s hold on me release, I swear it did, but that volcanic surge flooded through me again, setting my body ablaze. A devastating ache had my entire core tightening. The hunger was coiling, causing muscles to spasm in my lower extremities.
I was gonna make Breena pay for this.
Every nibble on my lip and swirl of his tongue had it building . . . and building . . .
Without warning, my body threw a leg over—climbing on top to straddle him in the booth. I kissed him harder, settling my hips lower.
His arms quickly wrapped around my back, welcoming me home into his lap.
Sparks ignited, burning the surface of my skin in every spot where my shameless dress rose up. My pelvis instinctually rocked, feeling the hard throbbing bulge beneath me.
Finley swore, breath heavy.
“Carwynn, if you keep doing that,” he warned, letting out a long breath.
A devious grin crept to my face as I did it again, getting a thrill from the growl that rose deep from his chest.
“Wait. This—this isn’t like ya.” He pulled back slightly, eyes lustful. “Where’s my Carwynn . . . the one that likes to fight me on this? That’ll push me away, knowing damn well I’m just gonna come right back?” He smiled, but concern slowly overtook his features. “How much have ya drank?”
“I’m buzzed, but—” I hesitated, heart still racing.
Shit. He was right. This wasn’t just me.The goddamn potion.
He tilted my face up, brows knitting. “Talk to me. What is it?”
“Liplock,” I groaned, plunking my forehead on his shoulder defeatedly.
I quickly explained the whole,my-roommate-drugged-me-for-funstory.
He barked out a laugh.
“That’s what ya get for living with a Si,” he teased, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. “Their spells can be fickle. I’ve had friends who were tortured for days after buying gimmicky potions.”
“Days?” I grumbled even louder, eyes wide.
“Well, with most of them there’s a catch—like the fine-print isn’t exactly as it states. Yours was Liplock, right? The kiss didn’t work since your body is still in full-craving mode. That means ya might needrelease,to do the trick.”
Another wave of lustful heat.
Can I get a break here, please?
I raised a curious eyebrow.
“Release . . .” I parroted back, still straddling him with my backside hitting the table.
He skimmed his hands down the sides of my arms, moving to my thighs, dragging down.
