Page 141 of Bump Start
Cade’s at the front of the room with his arms crossed, leaning against the desk… waiting for me to come to him.
Smug bastard.
But still, I rise, and I take my time walking down the stairs.
“Dr. Cormier,” I say, slipping my hands into my pockets as I stop in front of him.
He lifts his chin and looks into my eyes with amusement dancing in his.
“All good?” he asks.
A slow smile pulls at my lips. “All good, baby.” I take a step closer to him. “I’ve got a nice shipment coming in. Sleek lines, low-slung curves, hand-stitched leather, that throaty little purr when the clutch catches just right… Mm,” I hum. “Can’t wait to get my hands on them.”
He arches a brow, staring right back at me. “Just them?”
My eyes fall down his body, taking in my favourite blue cable-knit sweater.
“Fuck no.”
I take the last step to close the distance between us and grab the back of his neck, crashing my mouth to his. His hands immediately find my hips and pull me into him as I push my tongue past his lips, and pour a week’s worth of want into this kiss. My hips grind against his as I push him against the desk, desperate to feel every part of him against me, and he leans back as his fingers slip under my shirt and run up my back, sending a burst of heat up my spine.
I slide my hand up the back of his head and twist my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back as I drop my mouth to his throat. I kiss and lick up the side of it until my lips hit the edge of his jaw and find his ear.
“Damn, baby,” I pant, feeling his hard cock in his jeans against mine. “I missed you.”
When I pull back, his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are flushed, and he looks like he’s ready to take whatever I’m willing to give him. But as he holds my gaze, it also looks like he’s asking for more.
I slowly grind my hips into him again as the sound of a door closing echoes in the hallway. But neither of us so much as flinches.
Slowly, I untangle my fingers from his hair and slip my hand down to wrap around his throat. I squeeze slightly as I tip his chin up so he’s looking down his nose at me, then lean in and lightly press my lips to his before I release him. As my hand slides down to rest over his chest, he pulls a deep breath in and slowly exhales.
And I have to take a moment to just look at him.
He looks fucking perfect.
Heisfucking perfect.
He’s worked so hard to get here and to be healthy, present, and happy. He’s brightened more than I ever thought he could in the past year, as those small sparks I once saw are now a roaring fire. And I’ll guard it with everything I have and do whatever it takes to keep him burning.
Especially in that fucking cable-knit sweater.
I shake my head as I look him over and groan. “If we don’t hurry up and get home, I’m going to bend you over this desk and fuck you right here.”
His hands suddenly hit my chest, pushing me back just enough so he can straighten. He holds my stare for a long moment then turns and walks to the lecture hall door.
I’m just about to tell him to grab his fucking computer when he closes the door, and turns to face me.
The look in his eyes is pure fucking sin as he walks towards me again, and stops just inches away.
His eyes flash with challenge as they flick between mine, and the corner of his lips lifts in a sly smile. “Be bad.”
I exhale slowly, then I grab his hips and shove him back onto the desk…hard.
He catches himself with both hands behind him, and his eyes narrow as I step between his legs. But he doesn’t fight me. He just lets me lean in and brush my lips over his.
“Be worse.”
THE END
