Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) by Lane Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

front of me.
    “You deserve better than this, Reagan,” I tell her.
    “Is that really what men like?” she asks, holding her hands out in front of her chest to demonstrate the large, fake breasts.
    “Not all men,” I reply. “I actually prefer smaller, perkier natural ones that look spectacular after the rain soaks through the fabric covering them.”
    I hear Reagan’s gasp of surprise and know she must be thinking of one of the many occasions she’s sat in the courtyard when the sky’s opened up on her. 
    “Let me give you a ride home,” I offer.
    “Okay,” she responds right away with no hesitation. “I’ll, um, be right back,” she says before she brushes her hair behind her right ear, a nervous habit she also does in class whenever I call on her.
    While she walks toward the parked cars, I rest my back against the brick wall and ask myself what the hell I’m doing. I mean, I know what I’m doing --- pursuing the woman I’ve fantasized about for nearly a year. It’s certainly not smart, and I have to make sure no one sees us together. But in two weeks, she’ll no longer be my student; and then I’ll be free to indulge. Until then, I’ll just have to keep my hands off of her. How hard can it be?
    …
    “Do you…I mean…would you like to come up?” Reagan asks me softly when the Uber driver pulls up to her apartment complex, the one right across from the soccer stadium and all the students milling about on campus.
    Fuck it all…
    “Prof –”
    I slap my hand over her mouth when she starts to call me Professor Daughton in front of a strange man who picks up random people for a living.
    “Gage. Just Gage,” I tell her after I remove my hand. “And I would love to come.” Wait. “Come up,” I quickly correct, scrubbing my palm down my embarrassed face. “But I can’t tonight, Reagan.”
    “Oh,” she says, lowering her eyes and nervously pushing back her hair.
    Waiting to talk to her out of earshot of the guy in the front of the car, I open my car door and walk around to help her out and shut her door. What I wasn’t expecting was for Reagan to launch herself at me, winding her arms around my neck while her lips greedily find their way to mine. And then every other thought in my head flees at the simple swipe of her tongue over my own. I groan into her mouth at the same time I flatten her against the side of the car so that I can feel every inch of the soft curves of her body underneath me. And it’s even better than all the times I imagined this particular scenario.
    Realizing my hands are stupidly plastered against the side panel of the car and not the woman who is pulling me closer, I quickly remedy that by molding one of my palms to her hips. With my free hand, I thread my fingers through the side of her hair to keep her mouth to mine, showing her just how much I like kissing her. It doesn’t take long for the thrusting of our warm wet tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, simulating a certain sex act, to get me excited below the belt. Reagan doesn’t seem offended at all, not based on the moan she releases in my mouth.
    “Beeeep! Beeeep!”
    The honking horn pierces through my skull reminding me I’m standing across from the campus I teach at, kissing a student in front of at least one witness, causing me to take a reluctant step back and cease all contact with Reagan. The urge to throw her over my shoulder and haul her to whichever apartment is hers to strip her naked and fuck her is…intense, to say the least.
    “I-I’m sorry,” Reagan says, her eyes lowered. I clench my fists tighter to keep from reaching out to raise her chin to make her look at me just so I can see her beautiful eyes looking into mine while filled with lust. 
    “I’m not sorry,” I tell her, accomplishing the same goal when her head whips up, and her surprised caramel eyes meet mine.
    “Really?” she asks softly.
    “Yeah. As long as I can trust you to be discrete…”
    “Of course,”