Page 89 of Until You

“His principal called me last week. He couldn’t get ahold of my dad. He said Eric was blowing off his classes and skipping school. Mr. Carter was concerned because he’s been a good student until this year.” His mouth twisted in amusement. “Unlike me. In any case, the principal’s call made me realize I hardly knew the kid. Getting Royals tickets from my colleague was a good way to break the ice with Eric.”

“So you could ask him why he was acting out?”

“No. Just to let him know he wasn’t alone.”

“Did he tell you why he was behaving out of character?”

“No.”

“Has he improved?”

“I think he’s just testing boundaries. All teens do it. I’m hoping he’ll see that I’m here for him and really give a shit and he’ll straighten his course.”

“But you talked to him about it?”

She worried he’d get pissed, but he gave her a grin. “I did.”

“Okay.”

He looked confused. “You sound like you care about him. You don’t even know him.”

“He’s your brother.”

His expression suggested he didn’t understand that, but he didn’t ask any more questions. Typical man. She found it reassuring he wasn’t perfect. He’d seemed too good to be true up to this point. “So…” she said with a slow smile. “Your Wednesday night is busy. But what about Thursday?”

His smile turned seductive. “I’m going to be very busy.”

“That’s too bad,” she said in a sultry voice as her nerve endings sprang to life. “I had plans.”

“What kind of plans?”

She raked her top teeth over her lower lip, and his gaze followed. “It might involve one of your ties.”

She could see he was fighting to keep his breath even. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“Seducing you.”

He released a barely audible groan. “You’ve already begun.”

She laughed. “I can cook dinner, but I don’t have any food at my place.”

He shook his head. “Come to mine. I have food. I’ll cook.” He paused. “Bring a change of clothes. I want you all night.”

A wave of heat washed through her. This man, she wanted to tell Britt, this man did crazy things to her body with only his voice.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” he asked.

“No. Just send me the street address and let me know what time.”

“Seven. I’ll be home by then.”

“It’s a date,” she said, surprised at how happy that made her.

They finished lunch, and Tyler paid the bill and walked her outside, his possessive hand on the small of her back until they were on the sidewalk. She turned to face him, and his hand remained in place on her back while his other hand cupped the side of her face.

He searched her eyes for something before he lowered his lips to hers, giving her a gentle kiss that quickly turned ravenous.

She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and clung to him. How had this man gotten under skin in only a week? But sex with him was the best she’d ever had, and with the expiration date looming in the near future, she needed to make the most of it.

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