Page 69 of Until We Meet Again

"Always."

"Friends kiss, right?"

"Get the hell out of here." As he backs away from me, his hands raised in surrender, he shouts, "Bye, Blondie," and walks down the mostly empty hall.

I take a moment to get my shit together before I head into the silent classroom. I instantly spot Zane sitting at his desk, his hands clasped together, resting against his mouth. His full attention is focused on me, but when I stare into his eyes, I see that they lack their usual golden sparkle and instead reflect a harsh coldness.

"Come here." His voice is commanding, tingedwith something rough and out of control, and that unmistakable Southern tone is even harder to miss than usual. "Who's the guy?"

"What guy?" I snap back at him, edging closer to his desk.

"Don't be a fucking smartass. I'm talking about the guy who just asked you out about thirty times."

"You heard that?"

"The walls are thin, and you two were especially loud."

"Sorry, Professor, I'll make sure I don't disturb you the next time I'm hit on."

A wave of unease floods my stomach as he slowly stands up from his chair and stalks toward me. His eyes burn into mine, his jaw sets, and his hands are firmly in his pockets.

"You want him?"

"What? No," I say firmly.

His eyes momentarily fall, and he releases a breath."Are you mine, Tessa?"

"Are you jealous, Professor?"

"Should I be?"

"What the hell do you think?" He turns his face away from me and flexes his palm by his side, a subtle move I don't miss.

"Give me your panties."

"What?"

"You're a fucking brat, and I want your panties."

"You can't be serious. Anyone could walk in."

He takes an intentional step forward, closing the gap between us. His hot breath dances against my lips, setting fire to my skinas his frigid stare penetrates me. He's both ice and fire right now, and I'm not sure if I should be terrified of the cold or crave the burn.

"Then I suggest you hurry up before someone comes in here."

He extends his hand to me, and I peel them off from under my denim skirt, placing them in his large palm. His fingertips lift slightly, reaching out to touch mine, clearly craving the feel of my skin against his.

"Mine."

He brings my black lace panties up to his face, and his eyes close as he inhales deeply, a low, primal moan escaping his lips. As soon as he opens them again, a spark of desire flickers within them.

He wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tilts my head back so that my eyes are on his, and that one look seals our connection. "Who made you this wet? Me or him?"

"Only you. It's always you."

"Good girl."

His lips lightly brush against mine, leaving me thirsting for more, and I ache to lean in and meet his mouth. However, he holds me in place, exerting his complete control over the moment and deciding when and if he will allow me a taste of him.

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