“You should leave. We can pretend this never happened.” His warm breath coasts over my face, offering an out I don’t want. I should be saying this to him. He doesn’t know who I am. To him, I’m a penniless, nameless student and when he finds out the truth, he’ll never be the same.

Because one thing I can count on is that things always change when the truth comes out.

Yet I want this. Want him. Want to know what it’s like to kiss a man who can truly see past the money. Before my name tarnishes everything.

I need to know.

I’ll never have this opportunity again.

Once in a lifetime chance.

I slowly reach up to curl and tighten my fingers in the front of his shirt. “We can still pretend this never happened.”

I glance up and fall into his liquid dark gaze and everything in my head evaporates as though it never existed.

“We shouldn’t.” The pain in his voice is my undoing.

“I know.” We’re both adults and I want to forget he’s a professor and I’m a student. For this moment I just need to be a woman, desired for being me.

His fingers firm on my hip. His other arm slowly bands around me and he holds me in place. He angles his head and takes my mouth, his tongue tracing my lips. I open for him, not able to stay distant. Not able to resist the temptation of the thing I want most in the world.

His mouth covers mine in a shockingly gentle way that sends goose bumps racing down my arms. His free hand rests on the small of my back, holding me against his body. I should pull away, but I don’t. I can’t.

A sigh ripples through me. Sparks flare. So right. So wrong.

This.

Jacob’s kiss is a revelation and a seduction and a dissolution of self and morals. It’s soft and demanding. His tongue swipes my bottom lip. Teasing. A jolt of energy ricochets through me and I make a small, breathless sound in the back of my throat.

The only thing that matters is this kiss. This moment. His fingers curl around the nape of my neck and he angles my head to take control. Confirming he has years of experience, far more than my one and only time that ended in disaster. Heat unfurls deep in my belly and my muscles soften. Tension I’m so used to feeling falls away.

Everything I want and have never had is contained in this kiss.

What Daniel and I shared was nothing like this.

Nothing.

His kiss didn’t leave me aching for more.

I’m not the same woman as I was moments before. Now I know what a real kiss is like. One touch and I’m done. I’m shattered for anything less.

Our lips move together, slow and languid, as if he has all the time in the world to get to know me through this connection. He cups my cheek, both hands fisting in my hair.

And I let him.

His hold tightens. I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t believe that I’m here in his arms. Kissing him. He slots my body against his. A rush of heat builds low inside me, burning bright and hot, as if it will consume me.

“Steph.” Jacob’s breath ghosts across my cheek before he leans down to claim my lips again.

His thumb moves to the back of my neck to hold me captive for the perfect fit. His lips are soft, yet hard and unyielding. I open and give, and he accepts. He glides into my mouth, tasting, teasing. Desperate. I’m lost in the sweetest, most sensuous enticement I’ve ever experienced.

I need this. Need him.

I’m spinning out of control in the best possible way and it’s all because of him. He nips my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. My fingers curl around his neck. I anchor my fingers in his hair and his body vibrates. He groans and tips my head the other way. His teeth scrape my neck, and an electric shiver races to the base of my spine before spiraling through my core. He pulls my lower lip again, then sucks on it, and a soft moan leaves my throat. I lean into his touch, unable to help myself.

I want this moment to go on forever. I never want to stop feeling this way. But the inevitable is here. This kiss is never-to-be-repeated. This kiss is a once in a lifetime, and right now it’s beautiful, as pure and as perfect as I ever thought it would be.

Maybe even more.