Page 157 of Breaking the Rules
He nods. "How much is that a month?"
"There are four weeks and two days in most months."
He motionsgo ahead.
I do the math. "Are you sure you're not an algebra tutor?"
"Is that your kink?"
My cheeks flush. "What?"
"I've got my daddy thing—"
"You don't really."
"You're all about teacher/student."
"No, I…" I swallow hard. Fuck, it's weird feeling awkward with a guy. I'm usually good at flirting. I'm usually smooth. But between the last three months and all the fluttering in my stomach… "Yeah. I want my professor to bend me over and spank me with a ruler."
"Fuck." He doesn't sell it as teasing. His pupils dilate. His tongue slides over his lip.
"I… Uh…"
He stares back at me.
I stare back at him.
What the hell are we doing here again?
We shouldn't be talking. Or working. Or thinking.
We should be getting naked.
Touching.
Making each other come.
I want to see him, feel him, touch him, taste him.
Not just because he's hot.
Or because I want to prove I can do this.
Because he's Hunter.
Because he loves bad action TV. Because he can't chop to save his life. Because he's bossy and overbearing and incredibly sweet.
"I… Uh…"
"You finish the math?" His fingers brush my wrist.
"Yeah. Umm…" I force myself to concentrate. Do the calculation. "This right?"
He moves closer as he checks.
He nods.
I shudder.
