Page 14 of Devil's Kiss
Loved by all of his students, the professor was animated and lively with each topic he covered. But no matter how exciting he made his class, the fact remained that he made Derek cautious as hell. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock had been this fixated on someone, and he was starting to think the guy was a sorcerer weaving a spell.
Deciding the idea of a party and a hookup was exactly what he needed to maybe forget this weird infatuation, Derek leaned over to Finn and put his lips by his ear to ask, “What time’s Bianca’s thing tonight?”
Finn turned his head and grinned. “Ten. Are you going to make sure we get home in one piece or do you need to unwind?”
“Nah, I’ll walk your drunk ass home. I think the Pearson household has had enough alcohol within its walls for the week?—”
“Mr. Pearson?”
As his name registered in Devaney’s familiar tone, Derek froze and saw Finn grimace, then he turned to look down at his professor. Devaney was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised in an expectant manner. He’d obviously asked a question, seen that Derek wasn’t paying attention, and singled him out—again.
Is he fucking serious?
“Yeah?”
“Do you have something to add to the conversation?”
He hadn’t been told to stand, but since it seemed that he was about to be made an example of, he got to his feet anyway. ’Cause why the hell not.
“Not really. I was just squaring up my plans for the weekend. You know, something fun, after enduring an hour of this.”
He wasn’t sure why he was being such a dick. But just as Finn had suggested that he pushed Devaney’s buttons, there was something about his professor that sure as fuck pushed his. He also provoked him into saying stuff that wasn’t true. There was noenduringhappening in this class. It was actually one of the ones he enjoyed. All he knew was the irritated look his teacher was aiming at him made Derek be sure to add a healthy dose offuck youto the end of his statement, just to ruffle the guy’s feathers.
He wassogoing to get booted from this class.
Mirroring his professor’s stance, Derek widened his feet and crossed his arms in a defiant show of attitude, and the way Devaney’s face reddened was a sure tell that he’d raised the guy’s blood pressure which was immensely satisfying. Not to mention a total turn-on.
It had Derek’s mind travelling directly south, and imagining Devaney naked and flushed from head to toe.
God, he was being a shit.
Certain he was about to be told to get the hell out of the class, Derek was stunned when he caught the corner of Devaney’s lips twitch. That tiny indicator that his professor was enjoying their little sparring match had his dick about two seconds away from embarrassing the hell out of him.
“I couldn’t agree with you more, Mr. Pearson,” Devaney finally said, and for a minute Derek had to remind himself he wasn’t talking about his current situation, but the fact he wanted to do something fun after this long week. “So if you don’t have anything to contribute to class, please retake your seat, keep quiet, and let me get through the next fifty minutes without yourmouthinterrupting me.”
No way.There was no way he’d just said that to him and meant it the way Derek was taking it. But the feisty eyes holding his practically sparkled in confirmation, and Derek knew without a doubt that Devaney had just purposely stroked his cock with his words, and in the next breath denied him.
And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make the guy even hotter.
JORDAN COULDN’T BELIEVEwhat he’d just done.Okay,so he could believe it a little bit. He’d just eye-fucked one of his students and, if he were honest, enjoyed every second of it.
The truth was, Derek was just the kind of guy he was drawn to. Someone who was off-limits. Someone who was troubled. He was a bad boy at heart, and knowing his background a little better, Jordan could understand why he was the way he was.
But there was also something fragile about Derek and the way he kept to himself, and it wasthatquality that saved him from being a total punk.
It also made him extremely appealing and was the reason for Jordan’s racing pulse.
It was a totally inappropriate reaction, one he knew he would never in a million years pursue. But there was no way to deny the attraction was there, bubbling between the two of them like lava in a volcano waiting to explode.
Shit. I really need to get laid.
As he was finishing up, Jordan decided he’d go ahead and give August a call. The guy had left a message earlier in the week that he was in town to catch some prime waves—his words, not mine—so Jordan figured he should take advantage of a sure thing.
It’d been way too long since he’d gone dancing, and there was no way he was going to miss out on getting his groove on. The excuse to dress up and flaunt his stuff was too heady a feeling, especially when he wanted to let loose. So he supposed he really hadn’t been telling a lie when he told Derek he wanted the day to be over.
Checking the clock on the wall, he saw there were only five minutes until class was done and clapped his hands together before rubbing them with glee. “Okay, guys, that’s it for the week. Remember, you have a quiz Monday. Don’t be late or I’m locking the door, and for those with plans,” he said, and looked directly at Derek, who, he was surprised to find, was watching him with matching focus, “play safe.” He broke the potent eye contact and smiled widely. “Have a good weekend, everyone.”
As the students vacated the room one after another, he gathered the papers littering his lectern and the small table beside it. He bundled them and was tapping them on the table to straighten the pile when he heard someone approach behind him. With the papers in order, he turned around to see Derek standing beside the podium with his icy blue eyes narrowed, and his mouth drawn in its usual grim expression.