The images of Lake getting out of that pool, the water dripping down her body, and her lush, cock-hardening thickness played on repeat over and over in his head.
His cum shot out of him, his orgasm so fierce that he curled his hands onto the slick tile. His whole body shook with the force of the pleasure coursing through him, and every time he imagined Lake, it just seemed to go on and on. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of pleasure, he let go of his cock and braced his forearms on the wall.
Yeah, he’d just crossed the line, and he felt like the worst fucking creep in the world. He felt like he’d violated her even though he hadn’t touched her, even though she’d only been in his mind. If this kept up and his desire for Lake intensified, it would just rise until he suffocated from it.
He didn’t know if he could control himself around her.
8
“This has to be something sadistic professors created to make it as painful as possible for students,” Lake said to herself under her breath, frustrated. But she knew if she didn’t pass this calculus class, her overall average would be lowered.
That wasn’t something she’d be willing to do. So she’d been studying her ass off for the last week, hoping like hell this shit would stick in her mind before the final.
The sound of Reese chuckling behind her had Lake looking over her shoulder. He stood in the doorway of the office, his grin wide and the amusement on his face clear.
“You think it’s funny that I’m in pain with this?” she asked, teasing, but smiled when he continued to grin at her. He pushed off the doorframe and tossed his coat on the couch.
“I actually happen to be pretty good with math, so I can help if you want?” he asked and cocked a brow. He’d moved in to her father and Ginny’s place temporarily just a few weeks ago, but they hadn’t really seen each other. She’d been busy with school, and the few hours a week she’d been working at the restaurant she waitressed at had kept her pretty busy. Or maybe Reese had just been keeping to himself?
She knew he didn’t much care about staying here, and she suspected, even though they hadn’t talked or anything, that it probably had to do with the fact he felt a little weird. He might have money, might not even need to be here, but he had to know that they were all here for him. She hoped he realized that at least.
“Really? So you can help me make sense of this jumble of crap?” she asked and leaned back so he could see the scattering of paperwork on her father’s desk. He braced his hand on the desk and leaned forward. The scent of his cologne filled her nose, and she swallowed as she stared at his profile. He had a few days’ worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin, and his short dark hair brushed along the top of his brow.
God, he really was attractive, masculine, and so intense that she felt every part of her ignite.
“See they try and confuse you with extra numbers.” He pointed to the paper, and she forced herself to look away from him and down at her study notes. “You have to focus on the key points, then get the correct formulas to figure out the problem.”
Her heart was beating so loud it drowned out everything else. It thumped in her ears, made it impossible to hear anything else, and she was shocked by the sudden wave of desire that slammed into her.
She’d always thought he was attractive, always knew he was smart and strong, but having him so close had something waking up inside of her.
For the next ten minutes he helped her with a particularly hard and confusing equation, but she couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t stop watching the way he held the pencil, how his big, strong hands were so close to hers that she felt the heat from him.
His shirt was rolled up his forearms, and she stared at the light splattering of dark hair on his arms, at veins that lined under his skin, and the image of him using deadly force with all that power.
She’d heard from Ginny that before he got injured and got an honorable discharge and Purple Heart that he’d been a special operative. Aside from that and hearing from Ginny as well about the top-secret missions Reese had gone on, Lake didn’t know much about his military background, or the military in general.
But she knew being a special operative had to be deadly, as only the best of the best were labeled as such.
“See how they did this one,” he said, his voice so deep it had her skin tightening, her nipples hardening, and her becoming wet between her thighs. Licking her lips, she moved her gaze way from him and looked at the paper he’d been trying to explain to her.