Page 6 of Come Here and Kiss Me

Not even my family.

I’m just a rich bitch who can’t get anything right. If they show that video, it’ll only harden my armor.It has to. The other option is to wither away to the nothingness my father tells me I am.

“You don’t care that I could lose my fucking job, do you?”

His accusation throws me in a tailspin. “Don’t take your bullshit out on me,” I scold, abruptly standing in his face.

Men like Ronan need to be put in their place, and I have no problem being the woman to do that.

“You knew who you were fucking.”

“I never thought it’d get out.”

Pretending that doesn’t hurt me, I add, “I guess I couldn’t be your dirty little secret, Professor Wolf.”

Again, he swallows thickly.

“But to answer your question, of course I care,” I stress, attempting to think straight.

He closes the distance between us. Close enough for the heat from his body to add to the tension in mine. For the first time since I unlocked my front door, he looks at me as if he’s actually seeing me. My heart beats wildly as his thumb falls to my bottom lip, and I’m left helpless. I hate what this man does to me. I make a pitiful attempt not to melt into his simple but pungent touch.

“If you want me to touch you again, you’ll mind the way you speak to me,” he warns with fire in his eyes that cause my thighs to clench.

It takes everything in me to answer. “Is that a threat, Professor Wolf?”

His lips lift in an asymmetrical way. A cocky, arrogant … yet something else. Something desirable that only he possesses.

With a wicked grin, he coaxes, “Only if you want it to be.”

In the blink of an eye, I’m reminded of last night.

The liberation.

The release.

His scent.

His touch.

It’s overpowering.

He’s older, thirty-five, and I’m only twenty-two. He’s a professor, and I’m a student who only got accepted because my father’s the dean and made it happen.

And our families… enemies isn’t quite the right word. Enemies stab you in the front. Our families aim for the back while smiling to your face. That’s how these circles run and always have since I’ve been a little girl, simply surviving this bullshit. I’m as much of a victim as he is in this unexpected situation we’ve found ourselves in.

I thought I’d get over the temptation that Ronan is, but I want nothing more than to have him again.

He makes me forget.

He makes me feel free.

Desired.

Wanted.

Needed.

Loved?

---