Beautifully Broken

Dylan stomps into class as I glare at Gavin in a silent standoff.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Something you’d like to add, Miss Kennedy?”

“So many things,” I mumble.

He leans into my ear, causing my blood to boil for an entirely different reason. God, what is it about this man’s scent that drives me insane? I feel like I’m melting into a puddle of horny girl goo.

“Have I ever told you that I find you especially sexy when you’re pissed off?”

I blink a few times as he turns to walk away. Did I imagine that? He’s acting as if he didn’t just say something incredibly improper. And oh, so hot.

He stops at the threshold and looks over his shoulder. “Get inside, Kat. Now.”

I have to bite my lip to prevent myself from echoing his statement. Only I wouldn’t be talking about a classroom.

I ARRIVE TO DETENTION like the good little student I am. You know, besides the whole detention aspect of it. Gavin looks up from his desk as I enter the room and smiles. I stop mid-stride, caught off-guard by the gesture. Over the past month, he’s barely spoken to me and certainly hasn’t looked happy to see me. Right now, he’s looking at me like I’m the biggest box under the Christmas tree with his name written all over it. His mask slips, revealing blatant desire on top of it. I flush all over and bite my lip to stifle a moan at the memory his expression invokes.

“Come sit down, Kat.”

“What happened to Miss Kennedy?”

He stands up and pulls out the chair in front of his desk. “There’s no one else here, so there’s no need to be so formal.”

I shake my head as he gestures for me to sit. “Um, I think I’ll sit at my normal spot in the back, Mr. Cooper.” He assigned seats after our discussion about boundaries and placed me as far away from him as possible.

He grins. “No, I think I’ll have you sit right here where I can keep a better eye on you.”

What is he doing? He’s the one who suggested we keep our distance and now he wants me to sit with him? At the sex desk?

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

I place my hand on my hip and give him an ‘are you kidding me’ gesture.

“Why not, Kat?” he presses.

“I thought that was a rhetorical question. The reason should be pretty clear, Mr. Cooper.”

“A teacher can sit next to his student. It’s perfectly innocent.”

“Right,” I scoff. “Not this teacher and student. Not at that desk.”

He rubs the surface of the desk with a lover’s caress. “Ah, yes, I have become quite fond of this thing.”

I’m catapulted back to the first day of school. The whole thing flashes through my mind in a matter of seconds. Gavin ripping my panties down, splaying me over the flat surface, taking me from behind with more hunger than ever before. His hands and lips are everywhere, like he can’t get enough of me, despite the fact that he’s filling me so completely. It’s unequivocally raw and desperate and passionate. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I’m guessing he’s having similar thoughts because his expression has taken a turn toward carnal.

“Gavin, what are you doing?” My voice is so low it’s barely a whisper.

He looks at the door pointedly. “I just want to be near you. I miss talking to you. The door is open; nothing’s going to happen.” He pats the chair. “Now sit.”

I take the offered chair and open my backpack to retrieve the latest novel I’m reading. I flip to the bookmarked page and try focusing on the words while Gavin rounds his desk and sits down.

“The Shining?” he laughs. “In the mood for some light reading, are you?”

“I wanted something creepy,” I say with a shrug.

“You know, I once stayed in the hotel that inspired the story. It was a really cool experience.”