His eyes travel slowly over my bare legs, my platform boots, the dress clinging to my body, before finally lifting to my chest, and suddenly breathing feels more difficult than it should.
The way he looks at me makes my skin grow hot.
Like he’s undressing me right here in the middle of the classroom.
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Why did you do that?” I ask.
“Do what?” he replies, completely unbothered.
I stare at him in disbelief.
“You made them leave because they were talking to me. You keep making everything obvious. The way you ask me to stay behind after class, the way you always call for me, the way youtouch me…” I swallow. “The way you look at me. You’re making it seem like something is going on between us!”
A smirk slowly appears on his face.
“Somethingisgoing on between us, Miss Ashthorne.”
He takes a step closer.
“Might I remind you how your virgin blood stained my cock while I fucked you raw?”
I swallow hard.
Thank God for the morning after pill because with this man I completely lost my mind that night, and judging by the way my body reacts to him now, I’m clearly still losing it.
He takes another step closer.
“Or the way you screamed my name while you came for me over and over again?”
He moves even closer, and his ocean clean scent reaches me again. Before I can stop myself, I discreetly breathe it in.
“Or how I buried my face between your thighs and ate you out like your pussy was my favourite thing in the entire bloody world because, apparently, it is.”
The last words reach my ear just as he closes the remaining distance between us.
I can barely breathe.
And somehow, despite everything, I’m still turned on.
“That was a one-time thing,” I say quickly. “It didn’t mean anything. Maybe there was something between us for one night, but not anymore.”
His eyes darken, the amber in them turning almost black.
“Didn’t mean anything, hmm?”
His voice turns deadly calm.
“Careful, sweetheart. Don’t push me into proving you wrong by taking you on this table right here and now.”
He reaches up and brushes his knuckles along my cheek, the roughness of his skin completely at odds with how gently he touches me.
“Because your mouth says one thing, but I guarantee if I slipped my hand beneath that little dress of yours, I’d find you absolutely soaked for me.”
“I… I have to go,” I say weakly.
“Run then, red.” A dangerous glint enters his eyes. “Because the more you run from me, the harder I’ll chase.”
