I can feel him growing harder at my back while his lips continue their maddening trail along my neck.
“But you’re forgetting something.” He bites my ear, and I bite down on my tongue to hold back a moan.
“I love the fucking chase.”
Chapter7
Piper
I push him off me, or try to, seeing as he’s so big and heavy, and turn quickly, my eyes flicking past him.
Relief fills me when I realise we’re alone. Nothing but trees around us and the sound of my own heartbeat pounds in my ears.
“Don’t do that,” I say quickly.
“Do what?”
“Touch me.”
His mask hides most of his face, but there’s something dark in his eyes that keeps me rooted to the spot.
“Why do you look so frightened?” His voice is lazy. “We’re alone. And even if we weren’t, I wouldn’t give a bloody fuck.”
“So…” He takes a step forward, and I instinctively take one back. “Neither should you.”
“Mr Wardgrave,” I say, clearing my throat, “I think being this touchy while we’re alone in the woods is highly inappropriate. You’re my professor, and if someone saw us…”
I trail off.
“It would start questions. Rumours. And I…” I swallow hard. “We can’t have that.”
He takes a step forward.
Then another.
Any distance I put between us barely lasts a second before he closes it again.
He leans down until his mouth is beside my ear.
“Will they be rumours if they’re true?”
I suck in a deep breath.
No.
I take another step back. “Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” I shake my head, trying to make sense of him. “Why do you seem to want… more? I can’t.Wecan’t.” My voice weakens for a second. “Whatever this is between us… it’s, it’s impossible.”
“Nothing really is,” he replies in that deep, bored voice of his.
“But why?” I ask quietly, and something in my voice must betray the real meaning behind the question because he goes still for a second before answering.
“I don’t know.”
He looks me over slowly before his eyes return to my face, and the look in them catches me off guard. They almost seem tender, an expression I’ve never seen on him in the few encounters we’ve had.
“I’m not talking bloody forever. And I’m certainly not talking about all that love and relationship rubbish,” he says, and I nearly flinch at the coldness in his voice.
Nearly.
