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I snorted. “Impossible.” Forgetting had seemed unlikely before I’d actually gotten to know Porter. Before I’d kissed him. Before I’d…
Porter stood up and moved into my personal space. Our chests brushed, and I felt one of his knees push my legs apart. He deliberately removed my glasses, folded them neatly, and set them on the table. “Give me this,” he breathed, leaning in but not quite touching his nose to my cheek. “Please.”
He was a taunting child, daring me to fling myself off a tall cliff into deep water.
And it was crystal clear I was going to jump happily and enjoy the entire blessed ride down.
ChapterSeven
PORTER
If you asked anyone in Little Pippin Hollow, they’d tell you Porter Sunday was the persuasive one. The one who shook down his older brothers for candy money and made sure every kid on the playground got an equal number of turns, even if I had to throw a royal fit to make it happen.
So maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise that I was being obstinate and pushy with Theo. Not when he was trying to deny us both something we clearly wanted.
Theo Hancock was fire, and I craved heat enough to enjoy the burn.
“Please,” I whispered again, brushing my nose along his cheek until my lips reached his earlobe. His skin was warm and sweet with a hint of salt. My teeth clamped lightly down on the plump lobe as I sucked it.
His arms came around me in a sudden clamp, holding me tightly as he turned his head to press his open mouth to my neck. “One time. That’s it.”
“Not enough,” I gasped as one of his hands moved down to grab my ass.
“This is not up for negotiation. Once is all I can give,” he growled between nips of my skin. “Take it or leave it.”
“T-take,” I said, unable to believe this was real. This was happening. “Take me. Take whatever you want.”
Never had I sounded so desperate, so willing to do any and everything he might want of me. But I was.
Theo strong-armed me over to the bed before putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until I sat on the edge of the bed. He loomed over me, the intensity of his gaze burning my gut and hardening my dick.
“What do you want, Porter?”
My mouth hung open in paralyzed disbelief. How did I admit to him I was putty for him to mold and manipulate according to his own whims?
The edge of his lips curled up. “I like you like this.Speechless. It’s refreshing. Unexpected.” He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of my ear. The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through my chest. “Sexy.”
An embarrassing noise of submission escaped my throat. “I’m never like this,” I breathed. “Usually, I’m…”
His hands distracted me as they reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. “You’re?”
My breaths came shallow and fast. “I’m…”
“Hm, let me guess.” He ran his hands across my chest and shoulders, down to my biceps, where he squeezed them in appreciation. “Bossy.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Assertive. Strategic. Persuasive.”
“Mm.” He leaned over and dropped an open-mouthed kiss to one shoulder before dragging his tongue down my arm and nipping the tender skin inside my elbow. “You’re awfully pliable for someone so assertive.”
Amusement lit his eyes, but they still held enough heat to make my cock leak. I shifted my hips. “Only for you.”
Theo knelt down between my feet and looked up at me. The sight of him there between my knees made me dizzy. My eyelids closed, and I concentrated on not passing the fuck out. “Gonna come like this,” I murmured under my breath. “In borrowed pants. With you fully dressed.”
He reached out a hand and cupped my erection, squeezing all the blood I currently owned and making black spots edge my vision. I sucked in a breath and thought of spiders.
“Look at me.”
I blinked my eyes open in time to see him pulling the touch-me sweater over his head. I thought of all the students who would pay money to watch this man disrobe. He could make millions, a dollar at a time, doing a naughty-professor striptease.
