Page 34 of To Professor, with Love
Fortunately, The time away cooled me enough to keep my sanity.But I still returned to her as soon as I could.
It was winding down to one thirty and the closer it drew to closing, the more restless I grew.Once the bar shut down, she’d have to go, and our night would be over.I dreaded that.
“I thought you guys didn’t win the national championships this year,” she said an instant before her light fingers grazed my forearm.
A shudder racked me as I felt her caress explode out every pore of my being.She’d barely touched me; I should’ve barely felt it.But I did.I felt it more than the time I’d been sacked during playoffs and had ended up in the hospital with a concussion.Her fingers set off a live, electric current through every nerve ending inside me until I was so hard my dick throbbed in synch with my heartbeat.
We’d never had skin-to-skin contact before, I realized.And I had to say, the first impression of my bare flesh against hers was, shit…intense.
This woman, right here, was dangerous.
Her gaze lifted as she waited for my response, reminding me what had caught her focus in the first place: the stupid-ass tattoo on my forearm.
“That’s the result of pre-celebration…drunk style,” I told her, nodding toward the mark.
Her hand and all those pretty fingernails painted a sexy pink lingered on my skin, right over the tattoo.Shaking her head, she kept petting it.“I don’t understand.”
I sighed deeply…for two reasons.One: Well, fuck, she was petting me.It felt too good to concentrate on anything else.But two: I hated to confess my stupidity, and that damn tattoo was one of the stupidest things I’d ever done.
“The night before the championship game,” I said, unable to take my gaze off her fingers that seemed attached to my arm.“A bunch of us got rip-roaring drunk, and we all got these to celebrate our win.”
She stared at me a second before finishing, “And…the next day, you lost instead.”When I rolled my eyes and nodded, she threw her head back and laughed.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she was laughing at me, I would’ve been totally captivated by that honest, open sound of amusement.Oh, screw it.I watched, wanting my mouth on that exposed throat.
It took me a second before I could cluck my tongue and shake my head.“Go ahead.”I waved her on as if disgusted even though I began to chuckle lightly with her.“Laugh it up.But next year, when we do win the title for real, I plan to change the last digit on the year and this baby will be a reminder of our accomplishments…not our failures.”
She leaned in, her green eyes lit up like sparkling emeralds.“And if you lose again?”
I wanted to kiss her so bad.Her lips were perfect, practically begging me to dominate them.But I drew in a breath and reined myself in.I decided to answer cutesy instead of serious.So with a grin, I flexed my bicep she was still holding onto.“What?With this golden throwing arm?That’s just not possible.”
She didn’t laugh as I’d planned for her to.No, the delicious, tempting woman sucked in a breath and her touch became bold as she slid her hand up the tight muscle.“Oh, God,” she breathed out the word.“I bet women love to clutch these guns when you push inside them.”
Holy…
My mind blanked out.
Or more accurately, it didn’t blank out at all.It merely lost all reasonable thought as images of every way she could clutch my biceps as I pushed inside her crammed every available space in my synapses.Hell, in some of the images, she didn’t even have to touch my arms.She just had to scream as I made her come.
After mentally screwing her every which way known to mankind, I shook my head and cleared my throat.I had to glance away before I tried to act on my impulses.Not that it helped much.I still knew she was there.I still knew she wanted to clutch my arms while I—damn, I probably shouldn’t go there.But I went there again and again.
So looking away didn’t help my dick relax, but it did help me realize…I spun back to her.“Shit.You’re completely wasted, aren’t you?”
I knew she’d been downing bottle after bottle, but she hadn’t been acting all giggly drunk like most of the co-eds I was used to.What she’d said, however, was like nothing I could ever picture Dr.Kavanagh saying to me…ever.Not even drunk.Since shehadsaid it, though, she had to be totally out of her mind.
And now that I was looking for the signs, her eyes were bright and glassy And her posture was a little too loose for her.
“I’ve never been wasted before in my life.”She tried to straighten her spine in her prissy, professor way, but she only ended up tipping to the side.Realizing what she was doing, she let go of my arm to brace her hand on the top of the bar, catching herself.As her eyebrows puckered with irritation, I reached out and helped her straighten up.I already missed the loss of her hands on me.The phantom warmth of them still heated my flesh.
“Did you put something stronger in my drink?”she accused, scowling at me.“Because I suddenly feel a little…tipsy.”
I snorted.“Tipsy?Honey, you passed tipsy and headed straight to plowed the moment you asked me details about my sex life.”
Her back tried to stiffen all self-righteously again.“I beg your pardon?I most certainly did not—oh shit.”Her face flooded with color as her mouth dropped open.“I just asked you about your sex life.”
Watching her lips form the wordshitwas my downfall.
I scuttled backward away from her, aching for her so hard my muscles vibrated from the tension they were using to restrain me.
