Page 160 of Unforgettable

But that mindset lasted all of a week before I couldn’t take it anymore. Will’s updates weren’t cutting it, and I grew more and more worried. I spent much of the day before calling and texting him. All I wanted to know was that he was okay.

He hadn’t responded to one of my texts or returned one of my calls.

Hurrying around the awkwardly angled tables and precariously placed chairs, I slid to a stop in front of my desk and grabbed my phone. It was the first time I’d felt disappointed at seeing Reed’s name scroll across my phone.

“Hey, you here?”

“Yeah, I’m at the side door near your classroom. Come let me in.”

My mood immediately lifted even as I muttered, “So demanding today,” into the phone. Although Josh was supposed to help me, and I was bummed Zach was sick, I was just as excited to see Reed.

“Just demanding today, huh?” he said as I rounded the corner and spotted him leaning against the brick exterior. “Thought that was an everyday thing.”

With a smile, I pushed the door open but didn’t have a chance to say anything more before Reed’s mouth was on mine. His kiss was automatically intense and all-consuming. Confidently, one hand slipped around my waist, pressing my lower back and flattening my front against his muscular stomach. The other hand fitted around the side of my neck while his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of my head.

All I could do was hang on for dear life as he took exactly what he wanted from me.

So lost in each brush of his lips, the press of his tongue in my open mouth, and the tender yet firmness of his hands against my body, I almost forgot we were in the middle of a school. Abruptly, I staggered backward, putting a few feet of space between us.

“Not here. There are cameras everywhere!” I whisper-yelled.

“I can’t help that I’ve missed you all damn day,” he muttered in a low voice as he stepped forward and returned his hand to my cheek. His thumb tugged at my bottom lip and brushed across it. His eyes narrowed to my mouth and watched his finger move. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth, these fucking lips, all day.”

I had no control over my smile, but I couldn’t get caught at school dry humping my boyfriend in the hallway. Instead, I grasped his hand and led him to my classroom.

We walked through the door, and Reed let out a low whistle. “Looks like you already got started. That or there was a tornado that touched down just in this one specific classroom.”

I rolled my eyes and weaved back through the mess of chairs to my desk. From the top drawer, I retrieved the drawing I’d completed during my planning period. I’d used washable markers to sketch a simple layout of my classroom and where I imagined each piece of furniture.

“A tornado named Amanda,” Reed said, stepping into my space. The look in his eye was one I’d seen so many times recently I’d lost count. And one I’d probably never tire of since it usually meant lots of amazingly dirty things. But we had a classroom to put back together.

“Yes, and I’m an F5, especially when provoked. So, please help me before things get even scarier here.”

Reed chuckled but pushed up the sleeves of his T-shirt. “Tell me what to do, Teach.”

Half an hour later, the room was nearly perfect. We’d rearranged the tables, reset the lab equipment I’d needed for class the next day, and Reed even fixed my personal single-serve coffee maker that had been broken for longer than I cared to admit.

“That didn’t take too long. We did pretty well,” I commented while opening a new pack of colorful pens and dumping them into my designated pen drawer.

I looked up to find Reed watching me with one eyebrow raised. “Okay, fine.Youdid pretty well. Better?”

He seemed content, but that look I’d been fending off for longer than I usually could, returned. In the faint light, the warmth of his amber-colored eyes glowed even brighter than usual. Like a sunset I’d beg to burn me alive.

“What’s my reward for doing so well, Ms. Allan?” Slowly, he stalked toward me, speaking in a voice that made it clear what kind of reward he was after. My hands braced on the desk in front of me—because I suddenly couldn’t keep myself standing—Reed stopped just on the other side.

I ran my tongue along my lower lip, and like I knew he would, Reed followed the movement with rapt attention. “I could think of a few things, Mr. Gregory. Unfortunately, none of them are school appropriate and would likely get you expelled and me fired.”

A delighted smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as I played along with the little game he’d begun. Mimicking my stance, he also braced his hands on the table. His strong hands, with prominent veins, flexed against the faux wood surface, and the muscles in his forearms tensed as he leaned farther forward.

“All the best things are against the rules, Ms. Allan. That’s why they’re my favorite.”

“Do you have a teacher-student fantasy I didn’t know about?” I asked, gliding my hand across the cold desk and barely brushing the tips of his fingers with my own.

I blinked and before I fully opened my eyes again, Reed was on my side of the desk, wrapping his hands around my thighs and lifting me onto the desk. He stepped between my open legs, and the fabric of his shorts brushed against the bare skin of my inner thighs.

His head dipped, dark hair falling over his forehead as he brushed his nose against mine. His lips trailed a path along my cheek, my jaw, and I shivered in anticipation. There was a definitive pulsing between my legs when his lips brushed mine, and he whispered against my mouth, “I have a student-teacher fantasy when you’re the teacher. Had you been my teacher, I couldn’t imagine the trouble I would have gotten up to. I probably would have jerked off to your yearbook picture more times than I could have counted.”

“So dirty,” I whimpered. His tongue darted out and caressed my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. Hard.

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