through correct phrases, even though electricity was arcing through her body. “I enjoyed last night. The male dominance you exhibited during foreplay and sex.”
His grin was quick.
Heat infused her face. “But that was during sex. A sense of role-playing, if you will.”
“I wasn’t exhibiting anything.” He rolled them over, his hard body bracketing hers. Heat flashed along her nerves as he settled against her. “I showed you exactly who I am.” He slowly began to penetrate her.
She lifted her knees to give him better access and slid her hands around his ribs to that hard shield protecting his back. The subject was important, but she was experiencing difficulty retaining her line of thought. “I’m not following your reasoning,” she said, her body on fire.
“Let me help you.” He kissed her, forcing arousal through her blood like a heavy drug. “If you don’t like being dominated, then you’re going to want to revisit your thoughts on mating me.” With that, he grasped her hips for leverage and pulled out to push back in, his speed and depth increasing.
She grabbed his biceps, her head going back on the pillow. Pleasure swamped her. Mini-explosions rocked through her, and she moaned. She’d solve the problem later.
Chapter Twenty
Ivar ignored the itch between his shoulder blades that urged him to grab Promise and drag her back to the campground. She stood in front of her classroom, gathering her papers and reading over her notes. Students filed in carrying laptops and backpacks. The room was stacked with desks stepped down on different levels to her big table in front of a few chalkboards. She greeted students as they sat, her smile easy and light. In her black jeans, pink shirt, and blazer, she looked approachable and knowledgeable.
He knew what lurked beneath that clothing. A sexy and energetic woman with smooth skin and soft moans. His arms still bore a couple of scratch marks from her, and he purposely hadn’t let them heal yet. He liked wearing her mark.
“South entrance is clear,” Adare said through their earbuds.
“Affirmative,” he said quietly, scouting the quiet hallway. Most of the students had taken seats. “Benny?”
“Man, some of these professors are hot,” Benny said through the comm lines. “The east entrance is clear, and I’m liking the food in the teacher’s lounge. There’s a volleyball coach here from Brazil with legs up to her ears. Think she’d like a big bastard from Chicago?”
Ivar tried to hold on to his temper. “You’re not from Chicago.”
“She doesn’t know that,” Benny said reasonably. “For her? I could be from Chicago.”
Ivar’s attention returned to the pretty professor. She had started lecturing, and even her equations on the chalkboard looked elegant and sexy. Man, he had it bad. She turned when a student asked a question and then answered, striding gracefully to the next chalkboard to draw out another solution before turning back to the student.
She looked up, and her gaze caught Ivar’s. She stumbled, looked around, and then moved for her notes. His chest filled. Damn if that didn’t feel good. He got her out of her head—even if it was for just a second.
A bunch of students exited a classroom down the hallway, talking boisterously about films they’d produced.
A student in Promise’s class stood and shut the door. Ivar straightened, his gaze on the closed door. If he went inside, he’d disrupt class. There was no question he wasn’t a student. He looked down at his cargo pants and black shirt, which nicely hid his knives and even a gun. Yeah, it was illegal to have weapons on a college campus, but it wasn’t like security was prepared for the Kurjans.
Not that the Kurjans could go outside on such a sunny day. He began to patrol the hallway again, checking out the exits and any shady areas—just to make sure. But he stayed within earshot in case Promise set up an alarm.
Benny came through the earbuds next. “I’m on the lawn outside—lots of trees but I don’t see a path from the parking lot that would be in shade.” He whistled. “By the way, you looked awfully relaxed today, Viking. You and the professor play naughty schoolgirl last night?”
Ivar’s retort strangled in his throat. How in the hell should he answer that? “Shut up,” he muttered.
Benny chuckled. “I thought so. Her gait was loose today too. Haven’t seen the professor so relaxed before.”
Ivar’s fingers closed into a fist. If Benny were near, he’d break his nose.
Benny cleared his throat. “Don’t get your panties in a