“But there’s a weak point in every structure, isn’t there…” he studies me for a moment, and I try to ignore the way my heart starts thrashing. “Is this where yours is?”
My eyes narrow at him. “I guess you have me all figured out.”
His gaze doesn’t stray from mine as he lifts the mug to his mouth to take a long drink, then steps closer to return the mug to the desk.
“Not quite,” he says in a low voice, and I smell the alcohol on his breath as he leans in.
He’s now just inches away from me as his hand lifts and he slowly runs it up my chest. His touch leaves behind a trail of something reckless… something that’s too good to be safe.
And I want more of it.
“I still need to know your favourite tree.”
My brows draw together, but his expression remains unchanged. There’s no hint of teasing in his tone, and no smirk trying to push through… he’s serious.
I shake my head slightly, keeping my eyes locked on his. “Still don’t have one.”
His fingers slip around my throat like wisps of smoke—sudden, possessive, and sure. My chin tips up automatically, and the current between us intensifies, sparking into something volatile and dangerous.
As his grip tightens, my eyes close, and a breath escapes me, rushing out like I’m exhaling everything I’ve held too tightly.
A feeling washes over me so intensely, it’s like a drug just hit my bloodstream. Fast, bright, and unforgiving as it lights me up from the inside out.
The same thing I felt with him before…
Relief.
He squeezes harder, and a quiet, involuntary moan escapes me. When I force my eyes open again, he’s watching me with a dark, burning stare full of heat and curiosity. It’s like he’s studying me and wants to take me apart just to see how I work.
Then, without a word, he closes the remaining space between us. His hand forcefully moves to the back of my neck, and he yanks me into him so our mouths crash together with messy urgency.
Immediately, and without any thought, my hands are on him. My fingers dig into leather and muscle as I push my tonguepast his lips, and his grip stays firm on the back of my neck, claiming me like he knows I’ll let him.
Because I do. Right here, in the middle of this empty lecture hall, in the middle of the damn afternoon, I let him own me.
His hips push into mine as he backs me into the table, kissing me like he’s trying to bruise my lips. I grab his ass and pull him closer as I bite his lower lip hard enough to make him growl and give me exactly what I want. He grinds against me with such force that it presses the edge of the table into the backs of my thighs so hard it almost hurts.
My hands roam over him, greedy for every texture as I take in the hard lines of his muscles and the softened edges of worn leather beneath my fingertips. The scent that clings to him is a mix of leather, smoke, gasoline, and pine… something earthy and mechanical, wild and dangerous. He feels like wilderness and wreckage woven together, a contradiction that shouldn’t make sense but somehow does. The combination ignites something deep inside me, like striking a match in the dark, as something primal and electric comes to life.
I fist my hand in his long hair and pull hard, pulling a guttural moan from him as he forcefully grinds his hard cock against mine through our jeans. Then his hand slides between us as he cups me, rubbing over my pants like he’s trying to push me right to the edge as he continues to devour my mouth.
But then, he stops.
He pulls back, just enough to look at me as his hands fall away. He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and his eyes roam over me like I’m something to be catalogued and consumed.
I stay still, staring right back at him as my chest heaves and my pulse hammers through every inch of me, making me feel… alive.
A flicker of amusement passes through his gaze before that dark, sly, lethal smile pulls at his lips and sends a tingle up my spine.
“See… right particle, right time,” he says in a low voice.
I don’t respond, despite the feeling of something inside me starting to shift. Like a give in the structure, easing in a place I didn’t want to hold so tight anymore.
A noise in the hallway suddenly brings me back to reality, reminding me exactly where we are, with the door wide open and footsteps echoing in the hall.
But he doesn’t move. And neither do I.
He smirks and steps in just a little closer. “I have to go make sure some people remember what they agreed to,” he says casually. “But I’ll be back tomorrow, after your department meeting.” His eyes slowly move down my body and land on my dick in my jeans. “We’re going to pick up where we left off.”
