Page 7 of Bad Professor

His face lights up. So cute. “No woman wants me to serenade her,” he promises. “And my buddy is no Goose.”

I laugh because the original Top Gun is one of my favourite movies, and because standing in the hallway outside talking to a stranger makes me happier than sitting at the table listening to Brian.

I already know there is not going to be a second date.

“You could go back out and tell him I was magnificent,” he suggests.

“I’m sure my date would love that.”

“I’m not one to move in on another guy’s girl, but I think he might deserve it. Better yet, you could just not go back to the table,” he proposes.

“And what do you suggest I do instead?”

This is flirtatious banter. He’s flirting with me, and I’m flirting right back. It’s such a novel sensation that I have to tamp down the giggle that threatens. It also makes me want to keep flirting.

He takes a step closer but has the good sense not to try to touch me. Yet. “You could let me take you somewhere better.”

I play along. “Like where?”

His gaze roams over my face, making my cheeks even warmer, like he’s cupping my face. He pauses, giving my mouth a long, admiring look.

I bite my bottom lip, giving him credit for keeping his eyes off my chest.

“I’d love to say my place, but you might not respect me in the morning,” he finally says.

“Why wouldn’t I respect you?”

“Because I might embarrass myself with my… worship… of you.”

If this is a line, it’s definitely an intriguing one. “You would… worship…me?”

Toes curl in my sandals as he gives me the sexiest smile this side of Henry Cavill. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

The problem is that I don’t believe.

But I want to.

5

Dexter

“Like how?” she asks, her voice a little breathless. Those blue eyes, wide and beguiling, stay fixed on my face.

This might be a bad idea, but I have a fierce need to touch her, so I stroke her arm with a gentle finger.

Her skin is so soft and she doesn’t pull away.

“I would touch you. All over. Everywhere,” I tell her in a low voice. My finger trails along her bare arm, down her hand, circling in her palm and then back up along her inner arm.

I’m so close that I can hear her shaky inhale.

“And then I would use my mouth.” I take her hand and kiss her palm, pressing the tip of my tongue against it for a moment. “All over.” I bend down so my mouth is level with her ear, and then I gently lick the shell, breathing in her scent.

She smells delicious, like vanilla. And sugar. Like freshly made cookies.

“Have you ever been kissed on the back of your knee?” I whisper.

She shivers. It’s a full-body shiver and I’m pretty sure it’s a good sign I’ve gotten her attention. “So that’s how I would start to worship you,” I say as I draw back.

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