Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(16)

“I brought you my extra credit,” she said.

Ben’s brain had no idea what she meant. All he saw was her pretty, beaded nipples and naked legs. His ears only heard “extra credit” said in that aroused, feminine tone. Oh sweet hell, it was the beginning of every naughty porno video he’d forbidden himself to watch. He watched porn. He was a man, and the Internet made it too easy. But he never clicked on the teacher-student category. Uh-uh. Completely off limits. As a teacher himself, it would be unethical. Still, he knew how they started, because he had ears and two horndog friends. The gorgeous student shows up in a flimsy, plaid skirt and demurely asks her teacher for extra credit. In exchange for a ten-minute blow job, followed by sex. The dirty kind.

Is that what this was? Something foreign glowed hot in his chest. She didn’t need to do things like this. Maybe it was all for fun. He’d leveled accusations at her Friday night in the storage closet, all but calling her a bored princess. Had he been right on target? It pissed him off that she thought he was so easily seduced. And dammit if there wasn’t a challenge in her eyes. If she’d expected him to be outraged, she’d succeeded.

Yet there was another, rebellious part of him that wanted to call her bluff. Did she think the way she made him feel was funny? Very deliberately, he let his thumb brush the inside of her knee, the skin so smooth he had to swallow a groan. She jerked in reaction, her taunting nipples growing even more pronounced against the front of her shirt. For f*ck sake.

“Why didn’t you sit in the front row today?” He brought his other hand up and placed it on the opposite knee, began drawing slow circles on the insides of both knees with his thumbs. “You could have been one hell of a distraction for me. Seems like a missed opportunity.”

Honey’s breath shuddered out. “Did you want me there?”

No way was he answering that. He’d either have to lie and say no or tell the truth, which was absolutely f*cking yes, I want to look at you every chance I get. Instead of saying those damning words, he damned himself another way. He’d let himself feel her skin now. It had taken away his inhibitions. Blocked the rules written in stone on his memory. She felt too perfect, and he needed to feel more.

He locked gazes with her and slowly, gently eased her thighs open.

And she made that sound again, only this time it sounded more like a sob. Her knees trembled in his hands, and it splintered something inside him. Should she be reacting like this, when her plan had been to seduce him? It seemed so inconsistent. None of those thoughts, however, registered past his initial flash of concern, because his hands were moving by themselves, inching her legs wider until he could see her panties. Lacy, white panties that made her * look delicate and innocent, while being the epitome of temptation at the same time. With her thighs spread, round tits rising and falling with choppy breaths, eyes half closed, she was the epitome of temptation.

“Did you think of me when you put those good girl panties on this morning?” He coasted his hands up the tops of her spread legs, letting his thumbs drag up the sensitive insides of her thighs, taking her skirt higher as he went. “Did you think they’d make my dick hard if I got a peek at them?”

“Yes.” The answer burst out of her in a desperate whisper, as if she’d been holding it in. “I thought of you when I chose them.”

Her honesty only served to make him hotter. So goddamn hot. A voice in his head screamed at him to stop, reminding him they were in his classroom. She was a student. Anyone could walk in at any time. Yet none of it mattered. All that mattered was reaching that sweet spot between her thighs, covered in white. Waiting for him. Just one touch to see if those panties were damp so he could go home and work his own cock to the memory.

“If we hadn’t been interrupted Friday night, I would have stripped off that little green thong and f*cked you, Lolita.” His hands slipped higher and higher to the softest part of her legs, which were completely exposed now. “You were so warm and wet. Is that because you wanted to be f*cked, babe?”

A hoarse cry greeted his ears. “Yes.” Her answer told him where she wanted his hands, but when he brushed a thumb over her mound, she grabbed his wrist, bringing him slightly out of his lust-induced haze, but not completely. Her gaze implored him for something. What? He thought he was giving it to her. “Don’t touch me there,” she panted. “Last time you touched me there, you walked away and it . . . it hurt, Ben. I still hurt. You can’t follow through here, not here, so please don’t tease me.”

Her words made total sense. They couldn’t do this here. Of course not. Except biting at the heels of that realization was a surge of denial that he’d left her unsatisfied and hurting. He’d had no idea she’d been so affected by one single touch, didn’t think it possible that she’d been left feeling as needy as he’d been from their encounter in the storage closet. When presented with the fact that this girl who drove him crazy with need hadn’t gotten what she craved from him, he didn’t give a shit about their surroundings. He only wanted to make it right. Satisfy her body. Please let me. . .

Ben rose up on his knees and leaned over her. She let her head fall back. Surrendering. Possessiveness heated his blood as he lowered his mouth to hers, let it hover. He felt himself being pulled under, her beautiful eyes luring him to somewhere unknown. It was that threat of the unknown that reminded him who she was and what she’d come here to do. Seduce him. Turning him inside out was part of her game. His plan had been to call her bluff. He needed to stick to the plan, or she’d drown him.