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seeing each other
once the year is out.
    “ There ’ s
the game face I want to see, ” Danny says, spinning me
around and giving me a little shove, “ Now march . ”
    I
take a deep breath and do just that, picking my way back through the crowd with
renewed purpose. Thank god for the liquid courage coursing through my blood — I ’ m gonna need it. Through a sea of
burly guys and busty girls, I see that Luke hasn ’ t
budged from his spot at the bar … But my spot has been
filled by an enterprising redhead who ’ s trying to catch his eye. She
perches on my vacated stool, fluttering her eyelashes in Luke ’ s direction. Looks like I ’ ve swung back around just in the nick of time.
    “ Luke, ” I
call over the music as I approach.
    He
turns to see me marching in his direction, pleasantly surprised that I ’ ve come around. He swings that perfectly balanced body
around on his barstool, eyes gleaming as I zero in on him.
    “ I was afraid you ’ d run off, ” he says, standing to meet me.
    “ Well, never fear, ” I grin, stepping up to his tall, broad-shouldered
form.
    “ Did you forget something? ” he asks, taking a step toward me. Not an inch of space
separates our bodies now. I need to remind myself to keep drawing breath as the
hugeness of his presence threatens to overwhelm me.
    “ Yeah, ” I
breathe, reaching up to take his face in my hands, “ I did. ”
    With
that, I lift my mouth to his, laying a kiss on those full, firm lips. And
wouldn ’ t you know it? He ’ s is kissing me back … and
then some. He circles my slender waist with his arms, tugging my body to his in
the middle of the crowded bar. No one but the put-out redhead seems to notice
as we lock lips. But then again, I ’ d be hard pressed to notice if the
bar was burning down around me with the taste of Luke Hawthorne dancing across
my tongue.
    I
rake my fingers through his short, dark hair, pulling myself flush against him.
The panes of his chest are hard against my breasts, which threaten to burst out
of my crop top with each heaving breath I take. We need to take cover before we
start ripping each other ’ s clothes off. Somehow, I imagine
that the other customers might just take notice of that …
    “ You ’ re
not just trying to snag some extra credit are you? ” Luke growls, running his hands over the firm rise of
my ass.
    “ Would you object if I was? ” I smile back.
    “ Fuck no, ” he laughs.
    “ Well, I can do without the GPA
boost, ” I grin back, “ But I ’ m not done with you just yet,
Professor Hawthorne. ”
    “ Come on then, ” he murmurs, taking my hand in his, “ This feels more like a one-on-one meeting to me …”
    His
fingers tighten around mine as he parts the crowd surrounding us, leading me
away from the jam packed bar to somewhere a little more private.
    Look
at that, I think to myself, my body buzzing with anticipation, Looks like I can let someone else lead
after all.
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    I
suck in a huge breath as Luke snaps open the clasp of my bra with a flick of
his wrist. He runs his hands along my eager body, cupping my breasts with a
firm, expert touch. I let my fingertips brush along the muscular v of his
waist, eyes fixed on that incredible length straining against his boxer briefs.
Bracing myself against the wooden door, I run my hands along his massive cock,
groaning as I feel how hard he is.
    “ Fuck, that ’ s good …” he murmurs, grabbing hold of
my hips.
    “ Yeah? ” I
smile breathlessly, tracing the outline of his swollen head with my thumb.
    “ Yeah, ” he
grins, “ Here. Let me show you …”
    I
swallow a cry as he slips a hand up under my red skirt, his knowledgeable
fingers brushing against my inner thigh. He lets out a low groan as he traces
along the length of my slit, barely covered by my favorite black panties.
    “ You ’ re
already wet for me …” he breathes, kissing down
along my neck.
    “ Can you blame me? ” I laugh, working my hands