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“Professor Goode?”
The sound of her voice, that sweet, melodic tone, went through me, calming me yet inflaming me all in the same breath.
I clenched my teeth together, my jaw set hard as I straightened and turned around to face Grace. She stood a few feet from me, a couple books held in her arms, pressed to her chest as if they were a shield. She looked so nervous as she glanced up at me, her eyes wide, that little sundress so fucking innocent.
“I just wanted to apologize about interrupting your class.”
God, her voice had this pitch to it that instantly aroused me.
“I’ll make sure not to sit next to Theo again. He likes to talk during class.” She worried her bottom lip again, and I wondered if that was a nervous habit. I wanted to reach out and pull her lip away from her teeth, smoothing my thumb along the flesh before I dipped down and kissed her.
It took everything in me not to make a little sound of need in that moment.
“No need to apologize, Miss Hart. It’s not your fault.” I had my hand braced behind me on the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the wood. But I kept myself in control, kept my expression blank. I could see her pulse beating rapidly beneath her ear, and lowered my gaze farther down to the bodice of her dress. Her nipples were hard as they poked through the material.
I fucking loved that dress, but I also wanted to demand she change out of it, that she cover herself so no other man could look at her, could fantasize and lust after her.
I swallowed, feeling the lump in my throat, my mouth so dry. As we stood there for several seconds not speaking, just staring at each other, I swore I could see desire lick across her face.
She nodded slowly and offered me a shy smile, tucking her head as she glanced up at me through her lashes.
God, my chest ached.
“I’ll see you later, Professor Goode.”
She left, and watching her walk away was so fucking hard. I actually found myself taking a step toward her, wanting to lock the door and pull her right up against my body.
I was losing my fucking mind where Grace was concerned. But if this was what insanity felt like, I didn’t want to be sane.
ChapterThree
Grace
Who would have thought Genetics in Physical Anthropology would be the class I looked forward to every day?
But then again it wasn’t the course that intrigued me, but the person teaching it.
I thought about Professor Goode, all the little things he did, things I doubted anyone really noticed in lecture.
The way he furrowed his eyebrows when he was looking over his notes, deep in thought. The fact his gaze was dark, penetrating … consuming.
Or the way he curled his long, strong fingers around the eraser right before he cleaned off the board.
He was articulate and precise. He made sure his lines were exact when he wrote quotes on the dry-erase board. He was strict in the way he spoke, in the way he gave us our assignments.
It was hard concentrating in his class, hard to do anything but lust after a man I’d never have.
“What do you think about Professor Goode?” I looked over at Sherry, who was busy grinning at a guy currently seated at the next table over. I shouldn’t be asking her anything about this, shouldn’t call attention to my curiosity where he was concerned. “Sherry?”
She glanced at me, the expression on her face telling me she hadn’t heard. “What?”
I could tell her never mind, not bring this up again. She’d never know the difference. But I found myself licking my lips and saying, “Professor Goode. What do you think about him?”
I saw her brows knit, her expression curious as to why I was asking. I became flustered as I looked down at the plastic-wrapped sandwich in front of me. I felt her gaze on me, as if she were analyzing me, trying to read more into the question.
And therewasmore in the question, so much more, but I’d never tell her. I couldn’t. It felt wrong to even think it.
“I was just curious about what you thought about him … as a teacher.”
