Page 16 of Silk Sheets

His lips twitched like he wanted to smile but was holding back. “It wasn’t an invitation.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I shot back, pulse racing.

A charged silence settled between us. He made no move to cover himself, and I made no move to leave.

“You’re in my classroom?” he murmured in confusion.

I leaned my ass back against one of the desks, arms crossed and not looking away.

“And you’re half naked.” A slow smirk curled on my lips. “If I didn’t know any better, Professor, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”

“Miss King.” A warning. “That’s not appropriate.”

“Neither is stripping in your classroom with the door open,” I shot back, tilting my head. “But hey, who am I to judge? If you needed a little attention, all you had to do was ask.”

His exhale was sharp, but he refused to look at me, focusing instead on fastening the buttons of his dry shirt. “You were the cause of my shirt being drenched.”

“Mm-hmm.” I hopped onto one of the desks, legs swinging. “So you weren’t waiting for me to walk in and get flustered?”

He fastened his last button and turned to face me fully, arms crossed now, his usual armor back in place. “Areyou flustered?”Damn him. He knew exactly how to turn the tables. But, two could play that game.

I slid off the desk and strolled closer, stopping just shy of touching him. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, couldsee the way his throat bobbed just slightly, the way his grip tightened on his bicep.

“No,” I murmured, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Are you?”

His jaw locked. His eyes darkened. And for a second—just a second—I thought he might snap, close the space between us. But then, he stepped back.

“You can see yourself out, Miss King,” he said, his voice clipped.

I grinned, victoriously.Oh, this was getting fun.“Brought you a dry shirt, but it looks like you don’t need it,” I mentioned, lifting the shirt. I tossed it onto his desk before stepping closer and lifting my hands to his collar.

“Is that your way of apologizing?” he asked, allowing me to fix his collar. It didn’t need fixing, I just wanted to get closer to him.

“It was an accident,” I pressed, but he evidently didn’t believe me. “There,” I murmured havingfixedit.

“Then you have no business being here any longer,” he calmly stated, hazel eyes staring down at me. Being this close to him made the golden brown around his irises pop. Forest green rimmed his pupils, with a lighter green melting into the brown.His eyes are beautiful.

My lips slightly parted when he removed any and all space between us with one small step, his front firmly pressed to mine.

“You have cars to attend to,” he insisted—clearly resisting the urge to keep me in here longer with him.

“Yes,sir,” I mused, watching a flame of dark desire burn behind his eyes before he gripped my nape with his large hand, pressing my body to his.

“Professor Hale,” he corrected me. His warmth settled between my thighs, grazing my clit.

“What?” my lips formed a playful pout. “You don’t like it when I call you,sir?” I asked, eyes glued to his mouth.

His body stiffened against mine.

As though he knew better, he dropped his hand from my neck and stepped back, but I matched his step, refusing to allow distance between us.

“You seem tense,sir,” I murmured, lifting both of my hands to place them on his sturdy chest.

“Dakota.” The slight rasp of his voice fueled my unexplainable pull to him, and as much as I knew I was on dangerous territory, I couldn’t stop. I wanted him. I wanted him knowing this was fucked. Wanted him even though he was my professor and us having any sort of relationship was unethical.

My teeth faintly nibbled my bottom lip, my head slightly tilting to the left, and without fail, his eyes caught the movement.

Using his chest for support, I lifted myself to my toes, hovering my lips over his ear. “I really enjoy hearing my name roll off your tongue,sir,” I whispered, feeling both of his hands grip my waist. “It’s so…sexy,” I finally admitted, pressing my chest to his.