He is seriously the hottest man on the face of the planet.
I walk over, letting my hips sway, reveling in finally having his eyes on me. And while I might be exactly where I want, I put on a good show of pretending I’m indignant. “I’ll have you know I’m against this objectification.”
“Yeah, right.” He splays his knees.
I step between them and lean my ass against the table, crossing one ankle over the other. I flip my hair so it tumbles down my back. “I can’t help thinking the guys sitting like kings and the girls standing like objects really enforces the misogyny in our culture, James. I expected better from a professor.”
From my left, James chuckles. “That was your mistake right there.”
I rest my palms on the table and focus my attention on the man in front of me. It’s only a matter of time before I feel his hands on me, and I am so, so here for it.
I cock a brow. “You ready?”
Our gazes lock in on each other.
“Ready.” His midnight eyes bore into me.
When the eye contact rule is broken, a staring contest proceeds in this ridiculous fashion. A rule I’m sure was designed for exactly the position we’re in right now.
I lean farther back, really making sure to accent my body to maximum benefit. “That’s your problem. You always underestimate me.”
“Do I?” His voice shivers over me, all intimate and revealing.
“Yes.”
“Or maybe you’re projecting, and it’s you who underestimates me.”
I have to talk through this whole ordeal. I can’t just stare into his eyes. The intimacy alone will kill me. “Projecting, such a big word.”
“Almost like I’m not a total idiot.”
“Don’t worry, you are.” The directness of his stare is becoming unnerving. I can’t help remembering the way he forced me to look at him when he’d been inside me.
I lick my lips, hoping to distract him, but it doesn’t work.
He doesn’t even flicker.
I frantically think of something to say, but my mind is blank.
His deep, fathomless gaze is hypnotizing me. I need to escape before I do something stupid like beg him to take me. I go with bravado. “You’re not going to win this battle.”
He doesn’t miss a beat or look away. “Has it ever occurred to you that we’re not at war?”
My nipples pull tight as his voice wraps around me, and I’m so surprised by his words I break eye contact.
Shit. I lost.
But before Charlie can gloat, Maddie starts laughing, slips off Mitch’s knee, and tumbles to the floor.
We all turn and look at her.
Her red hair spreads out like a flame as she rolls back and forth in hysterics.
Mitch looks down at his feet. “She can’t stop laughing when she falls. It’s a weird quirk of hers.”
From the floor, she gasps, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Then just goes to pieces again.