So Wrong It's Good: A Forbidden Romance

“Um.” She cleared her throat. “Kind of,” she said, knowing she had no clue how he’d figured out the problem because she’d been too busy thinking about him.

He looked at her and smiled, but the action seemed a little tense as the seconds passed. Reese leaned back in the seat he’d pulled up beside her, stared at her, and then cleared his throat. “Just go through the first formula I showed you.”

She didn’t move for a second as she stared into his dark eyes, took in his strong, masculine jaw, and the fact the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off his smooth, golden skin. Even his throat was masculine, or maybe she was just so sex-charged being around him that everything on him looked good?

Hell, even his fingernails looked good. Shaking her head, blinking a few times, and trying to push away the images of him, she stared down at the paper.

She could do this. Lake could actually do her work while Reese sat next to her and not want to jump his bones.

Well, she hoped she could at least.

9

He stared at Lake, watching the way she worried her bottom lip with her little white teeth and seeing the concentration on her face as she tried to work out the problem. All he could think about was how he should be a role model, be someone she could look up to, come to for advice because he was older, more experienced.

He shouldn’t be an asshole wanting to stick his dick in her tight little pussy.

God, you can’t even think honorable thoughts, you sick motherfucker.

Closing his eyes, he clenched his teeth and curled his hands into fists as they sat on his thighs. The thing was he knew she was attracted to him. He’d seen her watching him on several occasions and knew about women well enough that her body language screamed arousal when he was near.

That had this heady sensation moving through him, had this desire like he’d never felt fill him.

He looked at her, her body hunched slightly over the desk. She shifted her legs and pressed them together over and over again, and she kept bouncing her feet, as if she couldn’t sit still. She also started biting on the end of her pencil, and his cock started getting hard at the sight of her teeth chewing on that wood.

God, he could picture that mouth of hers, all lush and red, wrapped around his cock.

Turning his head away from her, he tried to focus on something that wouldn’t have his dick hard. Nothing helped, and in fact just sitting here made it worse. She smelled good, so damn good. When she shifted next to him, the feel of her arm brushing along his had his skin tightening and his heart beating faster.

“Like this?” she said, and he turned and looked at the paper. Shifting on the seat, he watched her write out the problem, and although he knew right away that she was going in a different direction with the formula, and that the equation wouldn’t be correct, he couldn’t even focus enough right now to stop her and explain the right way to do it.

Closing his eyes tight for a second, he opened them again and cleared his throat, making himself get in this moment where he was nothing but a person helping her out.

He reached out and took the paper, moving it slightly toward him so he could see it, and another zing of electricity, another wave of arousal and awareness shot up his arm when their fingers touched. They stared at each other for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and took a deep, steadying breath to try to calm himself.

He needed to focus on the task at hand.

What that task didn’t involve, didn’t revolve around or come close to, was taking Lake to his room and getting her naked so he could touch, lick, suck on every part of her body like he was starving and she was the only thing that could sate him.

Fuck, he wanted her, and that was so fucking wrong.

10

Several weeks later

Lake was either losing her mind, going through some kind of sick phase, or she really had feelings for a man she shouldn’t. She didn’t want to think it was the two latter that made her want Reese the way she’d been fantasizing about.

But it wasn’t just about thinking of him touching her, kissing her, making her come like she’d never gotten off before. It was also about the fact she liked being in his presence.

He was so smart, so knowledgeable of the world. Listening to him tell them about his time in the military, about the things he’d done, the things he’d experienced, was as fascinating as it was enthralling. And she could swear when their eyes would meet she’d see this spark of awareness go across his expression.