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“Katie,” he groans. “This is wrong.”

“We haven’t done anything.”

“We’re going to.”

Chapter Three

Nick

“We are?” she asks,all innocence. That floral scent that fueled my carnal dreams earlier is still doing the job. Only I’m not dreaming. I’m wide awake and horny as fuck for this woman.

This is wrong. She’s a student. I’ve never, ever touched a student.

But she’s so close, her scent wrapping around me and warping good sense. Her blue eyes sparkle with something I want to learn more about. And her lips are all glossy, ready to be kissed. My control is crumbling. I’ve never been so drawn to a woman before. Never needed to know what she tastes like, what my name on her lips as she comes will sound like.

I need to move away from her, but I can’t. She’s trembling slightly, and I want to pull her onto my lap.

She swallows thickly. “We shouldn’t, though, should we?”

“We shouldn’t,” I answer, my voice sounding like a growl. I take a breath. “Tell me no. Tell me to leave you alone.” That’s the only way I’ll be able to stop what’s happening here.

Her eyes are wide and locked on mine, and out comes that pretty pink tongue to wet her lips again. Those full, pouty lips. “What if I don’t tell you no? What if...” I can see the pulse racing in her throat. “What if I don’t want you to leave me alone? What happens then?”

She’s playing with fire. My muscles clench tightly, trying to rein in my need for her. “This is such a bad idea, sweetheart.”

She brings her soft, small hand up to my face and gently caresses my new beard growth, frowning a little as she concentrates so hard on it. My hand flies up to capture her wrist. I think I meant to pull her hand away, but instead I hold it right there. Her touch soothes me and inflames me at the same time.

“Nick, please...” My name sounds so sweet on her lips.

“Tell me no. Now before it’s too late.”

Time stills and the roar of my own pulse fills my head. Instead of no, she closes the distance between us, her lips hesitant on my jaw, like she’s testing the texture of the stubble there.

I can’t fight it. My hand slides to her jaw, the other cups the back of her head possessively. I hold her perfectly still and she swallows hard. “Nick, if you don’t kiss me, I think I’ll die.”

Well, I can’t let her die. Not when I just found her. My mouth crashes into hers, crushing those soft wet lips against mine. She moans, low in her throat, and my dick swells, aching to be let out. Fuck.

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