Page 22 of Devil's Kiss

“Are you going tomove?” Devaney demanded, cocking his hip out as his cheeks tinged a delicious shade of pink, which made Derek even hotter, if that were possible. The man was a total spitfire.

Not wanting the moment to be over just yet, Derek smirked. “I don’t think so. You almost caused me great bodily harm.”

“I seriously doubt that. You’re built like a—” Again, as the words fell from his lips, Devaney’s eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Shit.”

Damn, he made Derek feel good. He had thought the night would be a total horror story after the way it had started, but three minutes in this guy’s presence and he felt alive, happy, and really fucking horny.How is that even possible?

Derek chuckled, and Devaney’s eyes flared in irritation at his amusement before he dropped his hands to his sides, clearly exasperated. “Look, Derek, move it.”

Thoroughly enjoying himself now, Derek feigned a frown. “Well, that’s not very nice.”

“I’m not feeling very nice.”

Still riding the high from earlier when he’d told his father to go fuck himself, Derek decided it was time to finally admit how he felt whenever he had a run-in with this particular man. “Neither am I. Actually, nice is the one thing I never feel around you. And I havemanyfeelings when you’re close by.”

One of Devaney’s eyebrows arched at the admission, and he took a step to the left to leave without another word. As he brushed by him, though, Derek couldn’t help himself from adding in a low voice, “And flat onmyback is quickly becoming a favorite fantasy of mine. Just in case you were wondering.”

SHIT.SHIT. SHIT.

Jordan slid behind the steering wheel and lowered his head to it.

What the hell was that?Oh, he knew, all right.

That was trouble with a capital T.

He knew the look that had flashed in Derek’s eyes, the interested tone of his voice, and he also knew his flight response had been the only thing that had saved him from making the biggest mistake of his overly privileged life.

When the fall semester had ended back in December, he’d congratulated himself on surviving it without having to have any more one-on-one contact with Derek Pearson. Then January had rolled around and he’d received his school roster, and was ashamed to admit he breathed a sigh of relief that Derek wasn’t on it.

The guy was too much of a distraction for him to be constantly worrying or thinking about. Especially after watching Brantley try,and fail, to keep his latest secret…well, a secret from him.

He had to give Brantley props, though—he was damn good at it. Jordan just happened to be a master at picking up subtle signs and cues. But there was no way that a life of sneaking around with a student was for him.

No one would ever accuse him of being the quiet and retiring type, and the thought of staying at home every night or on the weekends just about repulsed him. He wanted the freedom to go out and have a good time. Not be paranoid that someone would find out he was sitting in his car with a hard-on courtesy of his student, like he was right that second.

Shit.

Of all the gyms he could’ve joined for group classes, of course he’d chosen the one Derek was at. He slapped the steering wheel with the heel of his palm and shut his eyes, and all he could see was the knowing gleam that had entered Derek’s gaze when he’d finally let loose that devilish smile.

Jesus, he really could’ve done without seeing that.Orhearing that Derek liked the idea of bottoming.

Double shit.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he reminded himself that he’d be fine. They would continue to avoid one another, just as they had up until now.

Yes, that’s it. Easy. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid.

Resolved in his decision, he reached into the side pocket of his bag for the phone he’d been trying to fish out at the gym in the first place, but as he felt around, he realized it wasn’t there.

Great. It must’ve fallen out inside.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, resigned to heading back into the gym. As he turned to open his door, though, his breath caught in the back of his throat. A large hand with,ah hell, black nail polish, was rapping its knuckles on his driver’s-side window, and through the rectangle he could see the tight black material of Derek’s tank, and yeah,fuck, his red gym shorts.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Oh, who am I kidding?Of course he was going to look while no one was there to see him. The shorts nicely molded over an impressive bulge, one that was more visible than Jordan figured it was designed to be, and that meant he was totally screwed. Because just as he’d suspected, their interlude had turned Derek on just as much as it had him.

Jordan ordered himself to get his shit together, and pressed the down button on his window. As the motor whirred and the window lowered, Derek bent at the waist to rest his forearms on the door, and just like that, he was all up in Jordan’s space.

Positioned as they were, there was hardly any room between their faces unless he angled his body back, and Jordan knew that would convey loud and clear that he was unable to control himself or worse, nervous—and fuck that shit.No one made Jordan Devaney nervous.