Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,78

fucking way.” He gives me a hard look. “It’s important that you learn this.”

“Why?”

“If you’re ever in trouble in the water, you’ll need to be able to float on your back. It saves a lot of energy.” There’s nothing in his voice and expression but utter sincerity, which just makes me feel dumb.

“Do you not feel this at all?” I ask, gaping at him.

He looks around, brows knitted together. “Feel what?”

I drag both palms down my face. “So that’s a ‘no’.” I don’t get it. He enjoyed fucking me. Hell, he goaded me into it. But somehow I’m the only one standing here squirming with lust. The thought of having dick on tap was really appealing to me, but now I’m not sure. He turned me down that day behind the dining hall, and now he’s just acting like my regular jerk of a swim coach. What the fuck? Groaning in agony, I look him in the eye and angrily confess, “You are killing me.”

Comprehension comes over his features, flattening his mouth into a thin line. “Oh, that.” He sets his jaw and comes toward me, snatching my hand from where it’s tugging on my hair. Holding my gaze, he dunks our hands beneath the water, pressing my palm against the hard bulge at the front of his trunks. My mouth falls open in shock and I watch, enraptured, as his blue eyes flick to my lips. “It’s about focus, Little Red.”

Funny, because the only thing I’m focused on now is the massive erection I’m holding in my hand. I fold my fingers around it, giving it a tight little squeeze, and watch as his own jaw goes slack, eyes growing dark.

His voice is full of warning as his gaze pings around the natatorium. “Don’t.”

Oh, I do.

He visibly bites down on a groan as I stoke him through the fabric of his trunks, chest puffing out with his inhale. “Jesus, you’re going to get me fired. Or arrested. Probably both.” He only takes my hand away because I let him, eyes meeting mine with a flash of resolve. “You manage to float on your back for five minutes, then maybe we can figure something out for later tonight.”

My mind races with the possibilities. “The office?”

But he shakes his head. “The swim captain’s been using it, and he gets after-hours access. Not taking that risk.”

“Then where?” I’m ashamed to say that I wouldn’t necessarily turn my nose up at a quick and dirty locker room fuck.

Heston sighs, dropping down to cover his torso in the water, arms slicing through the surface. “I have an apartment on campus.” He drops his voice, ducking his chin into the water to look at me through wet eyelashes. “It’s a single.”

“What?” I blink at him for a moment, sure that I haven’t heard him right. He closes his eyes when the wave of water I push at him slaps him in the face. I hiss, “You asshole! You’re telling me we could have been—and for days?!”

He whisks the water from his eyes, smirking at me. “I can’t have a student coming around to my apartment at all hours. Be realistic.”

“Fine,” I growl, knowing that the way he makes me feel is just because I’m horny. “Let’s get this over with so I can get some action.”

He tilts his head. “You ready?”

“Not in the least,” I laugh humorlessly. “But needs must, so get to teaching.”

Hoping to keep him from touching me so much, I move faster this time, lying on my back quickly. I still don’t balk when he braces my neck, but I do close my eyes so I don’t have to look at his face. Or his chest. Or his muscles.

Focus.

“Okay,” he says, once I’ve been floating assisted for a few minutes. “I’m going to let go. Can you try not to freak out?”

“Yes.”

“And hey,” he says, tapping my forehead. “Open your eyes so you don’t run into something.”

I blink, hoping maybe he won’t be in my line of vision, but nope, there he is. Face. Chest. Muscles. In an effort to get away from him, I move my arms and legs, propelling myself through the water. Finally, I’m able to grasp onto that sense of peace I’d brushed up against before. It’s intangible and hokey, but I imagine myself being light as a feather, shaping it into a new awareness of my body and its relationship to the water. Somehow, it works. The sensation is surreal, floating and gliding at the same time.