Page 28 of Devil's Kiss
“Hey, don’t question it. Just roll with it and take it while you can. I’m too selfish for it to last long.” He slid in behind the steering wheel as Derek moved to the other side. That was when Jordan popped back out to look across the roof. “Why don’t you stash your wardrobe in the trunk?”
Derek scowled at him. “One bag is hardly a wardrobe.”
Jordan had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. The guy had attitude times ten when it came to someone telling him what to do, which shouldn’t be as appealing as it was—but Jordan couldn’t help but get a thrill from the way Derek trudged to the back of the car and grumbled, “Bossy.”
Jordan sat back in the driver’s seat and waited for Derek to climb in beside him, and the entire time he gave himself a stern talking to.
You are his professor. This is about helping him. Nothing more. Nothing more. Nothing.More. Even if he does have one of the sexiest bodies I’ve seen and ink I’d love to trace with my tongue?—
“Is there anything else?” Derek said as he bent at the waist to look inside the car. “Sure I don’t need to take my shoes off before I get in?”
“Your shoes can stay, smartass. But leave your attitude on the curb. There’s only enough room in here for one inflated ego, and tonight it’s mine.”
Derek lowered himself into the passenger seat, and when the door closed behind him Jordan became hyperaware of how big Derek was and just how tight the confines of his Z4 were.Jesus Christ.
As if reading his mind, Derek buckled his seatbelt and said, “Tight fit.”
And before he could stop his blasted tongue, Jordan quipped, “That’s what all the boys say.”
Derek’s eyes widened with shock, interest, and what appeared to be a healthy dose of lust, and before Jordan could say something to excuse his flippant remark, Derek got there first. “I didn’t think that’s the way you liked it.”
Jordan opened his mouth about to admonish him, but the guy was already shaking his head as if to say,Don’t even try to deny it. Who the fuck was he kidding? It was too late to takethatback.
“How I prefer it isn’t really relevant, is it?”
“No, but you keep bringing it up, so maybe youwantit to be relevant.”
Appalled, Jordan shook his head. “I donotkeep bringing it up.” Then he scoffed and turned the engine on. “And don’t you think highly of yourself?”
“Am I wrong?”
“Yes.”
“You’re lying. But that’s fine. I get it. I just have way too much shit going on in my life right now to try and deny I get a hard-on thinking about you fucking me, sooo…”
Jordan’s jaw fell into his lap at that. “You didnotjust say that to me.”
“Yeah…I’m pretty sure I did. I mean, I’m just trying to be up front about it with you, otherwise it’ll be all awkward and weird. We both know that my friend is fucking yours—worst secret on the planet. And even though you’re sexy as hell, that’s not why I called. Just in case you thought it was.”
The arrogant little— “Fuckyou,” Jordan said, about to tell Derek to get the hell out of his car when he saw Derek’s lips twitching. Jordan’s eyes narrowed as those lips then parted to let free a boisterous laugh.
“You’re way too easy,” Derek said, the joyful sound filling the car. As his mirth overtook him, Derek wiped a tear from his eye, and Jordan found himself laughing right along with the moron. “Oh man, your face. Fucking priceless. You get so worked up. All red, like steam is gonna come out of your ears.”
“I’m so glad you find me amusing, Mr. Pearson,” Jordan replied, adopting his best snotty accent, which made Derek laugh all over again.
“Oh yeah. Please, keep calling me Mr. Pearson like you aren’t thinking about bending me over and giving me a whooping for being such a?—”
“Disrespectful brat?”
“Sure.” Derek shrugged and gave him a disarming grin. “A brat, that’s me. And there’s that word again.”
“Respect?”
“Yeah. It’s important to you, huh?”
“Hmm…” Jordan squirmed a little in his seat as he put the car into reverse. When Derek’s large hand came down over his on the gear stick, Jordan’s eyes flicked up to see that Derek had returned to being serious.
“I meant what I said to you that first day. I respect the hell out of who you are. Not only as a teacher, which you rock at, but as a human being. You’re a pretty cool guy. If anything, that only increased with the semester I studied under you. Well…notunderyou.”