Page 5 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

My skin itched beneath my shirt as I struggled to focus on the lecture, stumbling over my words every time I met Rebecca’s eye.

She sat at the front, all bare legs and fuck me eyes.

Dark lashes brushed her pink cheeks while she wrapped a lock of blonde hair around her finger.

Every twist of that honeyed tress made my stomach churn.

The urge to tear across the room and gather her hair in my fists, to tell her that her taunting was killing me, seared in my chest.

I want her.

I need her.

While lust had hit me time and again, never had it dug its claws so desperately deep into me. What was it about her? Sure, she was pretty with a body that begged to be explored. But I didn’t lose control, mooning like some puberty-wracked teen. That wasn’t me.

Yet, looking at her had my insides trembling.

The clock hit the hour and students rose, chatter bubbling between them. They may as well have been cardboard for all the attention I gave them. No. My focus was on one woman alone.

‘Miss Benson.’ Her name was on my lips before I had a chance to think about it. Needing a few more minutes with her. Standing outside her window watching her fuck her sweet little cunt wasn’t enough to sustain me. ‘Can you stay back a moment?’

She turned, her eyes fixing on my face as she held her binder in a white-knuckle grip. ‘Yes, Professor Montgomery.’

Fuck .

I needed to hear her moan that as I fucked that round ass of hers. To hear my name punctuated with her tears would be everything.

The class emptied around us until only we remained, the tension thick enough to choke me. I approached her like a predator, her eyes widening as she stepped backward.

‘Are you alright, Sir?’

Fuck me . The breathy Sir on her lips had me halfway to hard.

Fear crossed her face as she hit the wall, and I knew I was too close. Too intimidating. But I couldn’t let up. Not with her in touching distance.

‘I’m not alright. I’m dying .’

Her mouth gaped, and all I wanted was to shove my tongue inside. ‘You’re... dying?’

‘Dying to talk to you. Dying to touch you. Dying for you to notice me every second of the day.’ God, I sounded pathetic, my voice turning gravelly with need. But I couldn’t help it.

‘Sir, you’re my Professor.’

Those dark eyes glittered despite her protest, and I leant closer, placing a hand on the wall next to her head. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her teeth catching her lower lip.

‘Can you tell me you don’t feel it?’ I asked, hyper-aware that her lips were only two inches from mine. The sweet smell of cherry wrapped around me, her perfume, I guessed, pulled my mouth even closer.

‘I—’ Her chin tilted upward a touch, and I grazed her throat with the fingertips of my unoccupied hand, feeling the dancing of her pulse beneath them. ‘I feel it too.’

I searched her eyes, trying to understand my overwhelming obsession with my student. All I found was a well of desire reflecting my own.

‘Rebecca,’ I demanded, tightening my fingers around the silken expanse of her throat to force her chin higher. Her sweet breath tickled my lips as I moaned. Having her caged between me and the wall felt so right. Like it was exactly where she belonged.

‘Bex,’ she whispered as her pupils dilated, her glossed lips parting. My heart all but ripped through my chest with the ferocity of my need. Could she feel it? Hear it?

Her breath caught as I clenched my hand, stealing the air from her. She liked it. The whimper, strangled but audible, beneath my hand told me so.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ I asked, our lips only a hairsbreadth apart.

‘You have no idea...’

A noise to my left had me dropping my arms, freeing her from the trap I’d made with them. I turned, all erection and bubbling fury, to see the students from my next lecture pouring in.

Shit.

The last thing I needed was teaching a class full of students with a rock hard dick and Rebecca on my brain. I turned to her, to let her know I’d find her later.

An empty space met me.

My nails bit into my palms as I clenched my fists, cursing my class silently.

They’ d stolen my kiss.

They’d be lucky if I didn’t fail every single one of their sorry asses.