Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,17
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“Gage. Just Gage,” I tell her after I remove my hand. “And I would love to come.” Wait. “Come up,” I quickly correct, scrubbing my palm down my embarrassed face. “But I can’t tonight, Reagan.”
“Oh,” she says, lowering her eyes and nervously pushing back her hair.
Waiting to talk to her out of earshot of the guy in the front of the car, I open my car door and walk around to help her out and shut her door. What I wasn’t expecting was for Reagan to launch herself at me, winding her arms around my neck while her lips greedily find their way to mine. And then every other thought in my head flees at the simple swipe of her tongue over my own. I groan into her mouth at the same time I flatten her against the side of the car so that I can feel every inch of the soft curves of her body underneath me. And it’s even better than all the times I imagined this particular scenario.
Realizing my hands are stupidly plastered against the side panel of the car and not the woman who is pulling me closer, I quickly remedy that by molding one of my palms to her hips. With my free hand, I thread my fingers through the side of her hair to keep her mouth to mine, showing her just how much I like kissing her. It doesn’t take long for the thrusting of our warm wet tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, simulating a certain sex act, to get me excited below the belt. Reagan doesn’t seem offended at all, not based on the moan she releases in my mouth.
“Beeeep! Beeeep!”
The honking horn pierces through my skull reminding me I’m standing across from the campus I teach at, kissing a student in front of at least one witness, causing me to take a reluctant step back and cease all contact with Reagan. The urge to throw her over my shoulder and haul her to whichever apartment is hers to strip her naked and fuck her is…intense, to say the least.
“I-I’m sorry,” Reagan says, her eyes lowered. I clench my fists tighter to keep from reaching out to raise her chin to make her look at me just so I can see her beautiful eyes looking into mine while filled with lust.
“I’m not sorry,” I tell her, accomplishing the same goal when her head whips up, and her surprised caramel eyes meet mine.
“Really?” she asks softly.
“Yeah. As long as I can trust you to be discrete…”
“Of course,” she immediately responds. And hearing the sincerity in her voice has me exhaling in relief.
“Come by my office tomorrow morning,” I tell her. “Around nine?”
“Okay, my first class is at eight,” she agrees with a nod while fidgeting with her fingers. Knowing what she’s about to do out of nervousness, I make the move first, brushing her beautiful, long hair behind her right ear.
“See you then. Goodnight, Reagan.”
“Goodnight…Gage,” she says before she scurries quickly away and into her first-floor apartment.
I am so fucked.
Not only do I know where she lives, but now I know how soft her lips are, the delicious way they taste and the way my name sounds leaving them. Sweeter than a prayer while at the same time naughtier than a curse, letting me know without a doubt that she wants me too.
Chapter Five
Reagan
“Holy shit, holy shit, ho-lee-shit, Josie. I kissed him! What the hell was I thinking?” I ask my best friend as soon as I step foot into the apartment and grab my phone.
“Good for you!” she says. “You’re one step closer to playing hide the sausage with your professor!”
“Yeah, see that may be a problem. He’s still my professor for the next two weeks. We have to…do the deed within a week. How the hell am I gonna make that happen?” I ask her.
“Hmm. I may need some time to think on that. Wanna come over tomorrow afternoon to come up with a seduction plan?”
“Yes, but I have to see him tomorrow morning. He…he asked me to come to his office,” I tell her, without filling her in on the campus gossip about me not being the first student he invited to do some “extra credit.”
“Well, go flirt with him. Try to kiss him again, stick your hand down his pants, you know, anything to make him think about fucking you.”
“Wow. I don’t know if I can do that,” I whine as I sink