Tempting the Player (Campus Wallflowers #4)

by Rebecca Jenshak

“Nice and easy, Jane.” I look up and over my shoulder, locking eyes with him. “What if I don’t like nice and easy?” His brows lift higher and then he barks out a laugh. A full, hearty laugh that makes him look a lot more like Archer. “I think I’d prefer rough and hard,” I add in case he wasn’t fully appreciating my comment. He shakes his head like he can’t believe I said it, and his face takes on a bit of a blush like he’s fully imagining how hot we’d be together.

I watch a trickle of sweat disappear down his pecs along the faint line of light brown hair that continues down and soaks into the band of his shorts. I snap my gaze up before I do something really stupid like lick him.

“Wait,” I whisper as my professor begins to hand out the test in the front of the room. “Favorite color?” He doesn’t answer right away, and I assume he’s not going to. He’s such a stickler. But just as a test paper is handed back to me, his voice is back in my ear. “Green.”

“It is what it is,” he says. “I don’t know why I said that. I hate that phrase.”

“And also,” he says, voice low. “Even if it wasn’t my job, I’d do whatever I could to keep you safe.”

I bring one hand up to rest at the side of her neck. She lets out a little groan as I run my thumb along her pulse point. “I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that you can’t remember your name. I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that I can’t remember my own name.” I nip at her bottom lip. “I want a lot of things, Jane. So be real sure that’s what you want before you make your next move.”

“I want you, Hendrick. Kiss me. Fuck me. Make me forget my name. And yours.” One knee drops to the mattress, and he hovers over me. “Don’t forget my name. I want to hear you scream it.”

His kisses never start slow. Sometimes they turn lazy, but they always start like he’s on the precipice of control and decided to catapult off. And I am always ready to dive off the cliff with him.

I stare at our bodies where he continues to push into me, then up to his dark hazel eyes. “You’re my undoing,” he says. “You fucking own me.”