Page 22 of Where We Met

"I don't think I should even go down this road of telling you what your beauty does to me." There's a pause before he continues. "You didn't answer me. I was worried my offer scared you."

I smirk at him then shrug, opting for honesty. "I think I was over-analyzing."

"What were you thinking?" he asks, his face looking like he's equally interestedandscared of my answer.

He looks so damn adorable and sexy at the same time. It looks like he’s lying on his couch, hair all tousled and messy, with a sweatshirt on to complete the laidback look.

Clearly, no matter what this man wears, he looks like he should be in front of a camera. If I were the photographer, I would do everything in my power to get him to take his clothes off.

I don't know why I feel so shy, so exposed in front of him, but I shrug my shoulders again. "At first, I thought you'd make me stand in front of the class and embarrass myself by singing or something," I admit. His loud laugh makes me feel more compelled to admit the full truth to him. "Then I started to wonder if it would be more… sexual."

His smile disappears, immediately replaced with a carnal look.

"What would you think if it did turn sexual?" he asks, voice hoarse like he could barely get the words out.

This is dangerous territory. We can't seem to be around each other without things heading in this direction.

"I don't think I should answer that," I whisper, like someone might hear the naughty thoughts circling around my brain.

He growls. No fucking joke. I actuallyseehis Adam's apple vibrate with the hum of his growl. If I wasn't wet before, I am now.

"Savannah, we shouldn't be doing any of this. We're well past the line of professor and student, and yet I can't seem to pump the brakes. At least if it's on the phone, we can't cross the point of no return."

"Are you saying… you want to know what I was thinking you might make me do?" I ask, as I feel my adventurous side push through.

"Princess, Ineedto know," he says, his eyes growing even more dark and dangerous.

What is it with this man versus the college guys I've been with? Everything he says makes my body heat up, subconsciously responding to his every word, his every move.

Even when he doesn't say anything, the looks he gives are so damn confident, and yet they never cross the line to cocky. It's like he knows what he has in front of him and is in awe, but he isn’t desperate for it.

Whenever I've been with a college guy, I can feel how desperate they are to impress me—or worse, to get me in bed.

"It started out innocent, with just you asking me to kiss you. But that wasn't enough," I say. He doesn't make a move to rush me or ask me to go on. He just lies there watching… waiting. My breathing becomes erratic like I just got done running, which makes no sense considering I’m lying in bed. "Then you asked—no, demanded that I get on my knees."

I'm not sure if I should keep going. It's clear as day where I'm going with this, but I'm not sure if we're having phone sex right now.

"Fuck, princess. I'm hard as a rock right now," he groans, reaching down and readjusting himself. "I know even saying that is crossing another line, but shit, hearing you say those words…"

"I did it," I decide to continue. "I obeyed your command."

Before he can respond, a look of confusion passes over his face, followed by his hand rubbing his face while he moans in frustration.

"My ma's calling me right now. Shit, I should take this. Raincheck on the tiebreaker, Princess?" he asks.

"Yeah," I reply, hoping my disappointment isn't obvious. "Raincheck."

"Goodnight, Savannah."

I smile. "Goodnight."

Chapter Eight

Luke

Standingintheshower,I look down at my erection which hasn't fully gone away, even with that bucket of ice dropped on me when my mother called.

We were definitely going to have phone sex if we weren't interrupted. Shit, I had just moved my hand down to grip my throbbing cock.

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