is so fucking sexy. I need a way to work out all this damn stress, and Roman looks like he’s being held back by the thinnest of threads.
He looks at me, his eyes so dark they look almost black. A rush of heat shoots through me. I know what he’s going to say before he even says it.
“I still want you,” he admits, his voice low and rough.
I hate myself for this, but I still want him too, more than I can understand. I’ve been able to avoid attachments before this, so why can’t I stop wanting this man? He’s handsome, yes. Good at sex, oh, hell yes. But surely there are plenty of other guys out there who are the same.
Doesn’t matter—I crave Roman.
I’m going to get in so much trouble for this, I just know it, but I honestly don’t give a shit right now.
“Then why don’t you take what you want?”
The words are hardly out of my mouth before Roman’s sealing his mouth over mine. I moan, my fingers digging into his shirt, clawing at him, trying to bring him closer. His powerful thigh slides between my legs, spreading them without a second thought, until he’s pressed right up against me, and a hot shudder works through me like an earthquake.
Roman’s hands slide around my waist to my back, keeping me pinned to him, and he tugs my lower lip between his teeth as I roll my hips against his thigh. I suck on his tongue the way I’d suck on his cock if he let me, my mind filling with dirty images as he walks me backward, bending me over the desk behind me just like I hoped he would. His hands are sliding under my shirt, searing hot trails over my stomach, and I’m trying to get his shirt open and oh fuck, oh yes—
There’s a knock at the door, and I nearly fall to the floor as we both jerk in surprise.
“Yes?” Roman calls out, his voice rough. My heart slams against my ribs as we gaze at each other in shock, our chests rising and falling fast.
“Roman?” A soft, musical voice floats through the door. “You got a sec?”
Oh fuck, it’s Professor Tamlin. Of all people to interrupt us, it has to be the one person on campus Roman used to date. At least, I hope she’s the only one. Goddamn it, now I can’t stop thinking about that.
“I’m in a student meeting,” Roman calls, clearing his throat. “One moment.”
He pulls away from me and we quickly check to make sure we don’t look like… well, like we were just rounding second base and possibly about to make a run for third.
“I don’t deserve for you to treat me like crap just to avoid gossip,” I hiss in a low voice, resuming our earlier argument as I straighten my clothes. “Treat me the way you’d treat any other student. Or I’ll find a way to kick your ass.”
A smile cracks Roman’s serious facade for a moment, and it’s breathtaking.
“I’ve no doubt that you will,” he says softly, a touch of humor in his voice.
Then his stoic exterior falls back into place as walks over to the door and opens it. Thank God some people are polite enough to knock when they see a closed door, since that door definitely wasn’t locked.
Professor Tamlin walks in, looking as sophisticated as usual. I’m in worn out jeans and a t-shirt, my hair a mess even before Roman got his hands in it, and she’s standing here looking like the African-American version of Audrey Hepburn.
She had to have broken up with him, not the other way around. How could Roman possibly dump someone like her?
“Elliot.” Tamlin smiles and nods when she sees me. “How are you?”
“Fine,” I reply, trying to keep my voice neutral.
“She was reading me the riot act,” Roman mumbles in mock annoyance.
“Oh dear, a firecracker. However will you manage?” She grins conspiratorially at me. “Gotta give him hell, or he’ll get too cocky.”
I shouldn’t hang around. The longer I’m here, the better the odds she’ll pick up on the tension that still hangs heavy in the air. And there’s nothing more for me to discuss with Roman, really.
He wants me. I want him. This can’t happen. The end.
“Right. Well, I’ll... uh, I’ll see you later.” I gather up my things, which I dropped when Roman was kissing the breath out of me, and slip past her toward the door.