Temptation (The Hunted, #1)

by Ivy Smoak

Miss Taylor, I hate to think that you make walking around in the middle of the night a habit. But if you find yourself alone in the rain again, please do not hesitate to call me if you feel you are in need of an escort. - J. H. 152-726-0133

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you," I whispered.

His kiss was full of passion, passion that he had been holding back just as much as I had. He pressed his body against mine and lightly pushed me so that my back was on the cold, wet steel of the car. He leaned into me. The contrast of the heat from his body and the coolness of the car sent a spark through me. I had never wanted someone so badly before. I let my hands wander beneath the back of his hoodie. His skin was so soft.

"I mean that I'm not sorry that it happened."

Professor Hunter had an air of danger around him. He was intriguing because he terrified me.

"You're going to want to scream," he whispered. "But don't make a sound."

He left me naked and alone in his office, more addicted to him than ever.

"I don't believe that's true. You enjoy challenging me and aren't afraid to speak your mind. I find you unbelievably refreshing."

"Honestly, you're the first person that's ever made me feel like I'm the only girl in the room. I'm not used to feeling like I matter."

"When we're together, I can assure you that I don't see anyone else in the room. You always have my undivided attention."

Brownies were second only to condoms on my list of favorite things that come in foil.