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She rounded the coffee table to stand inches from his chest. Tension vibrated between them. “I still don’t understand why you didn’t say anything. Dr. Brindley was there. You could have talked to him.”
“Maybe because I can’t think straight when I see you. I didn’t expect you to be there. When I saw you, everything I’d planned to say to Brindley flew out of my head. I focused on you and totally forgot about him. I’m not an airhead, but I can’t seem to come off as anything but an imbecile when you’re near.”
He shook his head. His hands gripped her arms, and he pressed his forehead to hers. She shivered at the intimacy of the embrace and the desperation in his voice. Looking at their interactions with new eyes, she saw that he used cockiness to cover up nerves.
“I’m in love with you, Mia, but I don’t know how to talk to you. Yesterday was the first time I ever relaxed enough to show you a different side of myself.”
She stopped fighting the urge to touch him. Leaning closer, she slid her hands up his chest. “I liked who you were yesterday. I liked who you were Wednesday too. I liked that you flirted with me, even though I didn’t think it was personal. I like that you look me in the eyes when you talk to me. I like teaching the classes you’re in because I like hearing your opinions. I fantasized about being with you. But you’re so far out of my league that I never thought you could actually be attracted to me.”
He wrapped his hands around her wrists, halting her exploration. “It’s more than simple attraction. I’m in love with you.”
“You barely know me.” And once he figured out what a freak she was, he would end the relationship, fleeing just like any other man she’d dated. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but more than one man had ended his liaison with her soon after he found out about her breasts.
“I might not know what you like for breakfast, but I know you love Philly cheesesteak. You take two sugars in your coffee. You’re smart, ethical, opinionated, stubborn, sexy, and short. I know how to touch your sides to make you shiver. I know how hot you get when I kiss you. And I know how to make you scream my name.”
“You like short women?”
“I’ve had a thing for Sarah Michelle Gellar since I was fifteen, but you’ve got the number one spot, babe. She fell to number two the moment I laid eyes on you.”
He kissed her, soft and slow, full of passion and tenderness. Mia pushed aside her doubts and all the reasons it couldn’t work, because even if he changed his mind when they got back, she would have this weekend forever etched into her memory.
Chapter Eight
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Even after he settled his weight on top of her, he continued kissing her, drowning her in his version of slow love. She ran her hands over his hot flesh, luxuriating in the texture of his skin and the solid feel of him under her fingertips.
Until he captured her hands and held them immobile above her head. Breaking the kiss, he lifted his head and regarded her with solemnity.
She wiggled her hands, but he didn’t let her move much.
He ignored her protest and searched her eyes for something. “I have a few questions before we make love.”
She hoped he wasn’t going to ask if she loved him. She found him attractive, addictive even. She hadn’t lied before, but she couldn’t utter the words until she was sure he wouldn’t run the second he found out about her breasts. He’d noticed the scars before, though he hadn’t commented.
“First, you said no oral sex on your survey. Did you really mean that?”
“I told you, that was because I was expecting a stranger. Oral sex is just so intimate.”
“So that’s back on the table, then? I can go down on you?”
She nodded.
“What about light bondage? I’m not into hanging you from the ceiling or anything, but I’d like to tie you to the bed frame every now and again.”
She had the same objection to bondage. Not with a stranger. “Okay.”
“And anal sex?”
Her eyes grew so large she thought her eyeballs might escape. “I’ve never done that before. I can’t say it sounds like fun.”
That half grin made a reappearance, and this time he meant it. “I’ll work on changing your perspective.”
“I’ll try it, but you’ll stop if I don’t like it?” She waited for his nod. “I’ll turn your paper in. I’ll tell Dr. Brindley it was my mistake.”
He shook his head. “I’ll talk to him Monday. I seem to have overcome my inability to access my thoughts around you.”
