I'd never been much of a student - although I liked to read. What else was a girl supposed to do alone, Friday night after Friday night?
"What are all these notes for?" I waved my hand at the fire hazard living in his office.
"Mostly for you."
"Me?"
I might not be the flowers and chocolate type, but crumpled paper and dusty books didn't do a thing for me.
"The totem, Jessie."
Poof went my ideas of romance. Everything came back to that damn piece of rock.
"You never told me what you found out."
"1 wanted to." He lifted one inky brow. "But I was distracted."
My face heated at the memory of that distraction. Suddenly he was staring at me with an expression I could only describe as hungry.
He pushed away from the desk and crossed the space between us in one stride. I should have done something to stop him, but I caught the scent of his skin and my body responded, going tight and wet without him touching me at all.
He stopped less than an inch away. I had to tilt my head back to see his eyes. I wasn't used to being so much smaller than a man - one of the reasons there'd been so few men. Not only did they not like me being as tall as them or as strong; I didn't like it, either.
Call me sexist, but I wanted a guy to tower over me. Right now I wanted this one to do a lot more than tower - I wanted him to touch me, teach me, take me.
As if he had heard what I wanted, his eyes narrowed; his nostrils flared. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, then crushed his mouth to mine.
He was rough. 1 didn't mind. Our teeth clicked together; his scraped my lip; then he licked the tiny hurt.
I shuddered. I wanted to take his flesh into my mouth and suckle. I wanted to feel him skin to skin.
He spread his hands over my ass and ground us together. He was hard. It felt so good. I was going to come again, right there in his office. While on duty. Shit.
I shoved at his chest. He wouldn't let me go. I wasn't afraid. I was the one with the gun, but how could I explain shooting him? It wouldn't be easy.
His mouth was doing amazing things, and I had a difficult time remembering why I wanted him to stop.
While I hesitated, he backed me up against the door, then laid his body flush with mine.
My hands were still pressed to his chest, but instead of shoving, as I should be, my treacherous fingers had found their way into the collar of his shirt and stroked the smooth skin of his throat. One thumb slid into the hollow beneath his Adam's apple. I ran my fingernail lightly across his skin. He growled and the sound vibrated from the tip of my thumb to far more interesting places.
Goose bumps erupted, enhancing my sensitivity. I already felt as if the air ifself sizzled. Now my skin was on fire.
The door at my back moved - opened an inch, then slammed shut beneath the weight of both my body and his. Someone knocked, the sound right next to my ear.
"Professor?"
I jumped and Cadotte pulled his tongue out of my mouth. His eyes were so close I could see his pupils dilated almost to the rim of the iris. If I'd been any farther away, I wouldn't have been able to distinguish one from the other, so similar were they in color.
His mouth was swollen and wet. His breath puffed along my face, chilling my own damp lips.
"Yes?" he called, in a cool, distant, nearly normal voice. How could he do that when he was still plastered all over me?
He flexed his hips, riding his erection against the zipper in my pants. My eyes crossed and he chuckled, then kissed my forehead.
"Will you be teaching your first class, Professor, or should I dismiss them?"
"I'll be right there."
I must be losing my mind, but having him talk to the department secretary about mundane daily tasks while his body was doing a vertical tango with mine on the other side of the door was the most erotic moment of my life. Pathetic, but true.
Heels clicked in the other direction, sounding sharp and somewhat annoyed. Why hadn't I heard them approach? Stupid question.
Cadotte brushed his knuckles against the underside of my breast. A moan escaped my