The campus is crazy busy and Carter has to double park.
“Rhett, drive around the parking area. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Carter says as he gets out.
“Have a good day, Rhett,” I say as I slip out.
As I walk around the front of the car, Rhett yells, “When does the class finish?”
“In two hours,” I say as I start to cross the road.
“Watch out,” Carter snaps.
His strong fingers clamp around my arm and he yanks me back. I lose my balance from the sudden jerk, and my body slams into his. My hands land on his chest and it doesn’t escape me that it feels as hard as it looks.
“Are you fucking suicidal?” he growls.
My eyes snap up to meet his. They are dark and hard. The grim line around his mouth only makes him look more gorgeous. I’m starting to hate that I find him so attractive. It’s really confusing liking someone you don’t like.
“Why do you have to be such a jerk?” I pull away from him but this time I look left and right before crossing the road.
I pick up my pace but then Carter starts to walk beside me. I glance up at him, wondering where he’s heading.
“Do you have a class?” I haven’t seen him on this side of the campus before.
“No, I’m making sure you don’t break your pretty little neck before you get to class,” he says, sounding irritated.
What a jerk!
Offended, I stop and glare daggers at him. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“You sure?” he says as he comes to stand in front of me. “It sure as hell looks like you need one.”
My eyes dance over the strong features of his face. He has a killer smoldering look and kissable lips.
No, Della! Focus. You can’t drool over his looks while you need to be angry.
“Pity you’re a heartless dick.” Only once the words are out between us, do I realize that I said them out loud.
Ugh.
With one step he closes the distance between us, his chest pressing against mine.
Oh wow. This is an overload for my hormones.
I notice some of the students are stopping to watch this little interaction between us. It doesn’t even look like Carter is noticing any of them.
I’m surrounded by his smell, his masculine woodsy scent, something natural, not spicy like most of the other guys drown themselves in.
I can feel his hard muscles pressing against my softness, every unyielding inch of Carter. Heat swirls in my stomach and pushes all the way up to my neck.
“Della,” he whispers. It sounds like a warning.
Shit. No. Don’t talk to me now, not while I’m drooling over you.
Dammit, he’s going to see how overwhelmingly aware I am of him. My plan to fly under the radar can’t backfire now. I’ve been doing such a good job of hiding my insane feelings for him the past two days.
I clear my throat and suck in a deep breath, hoping to cool myself down before he can feel the heat waves coming from my body. All I get is another lung full of Carter.
Lifting his hand, his fingers wrap around the back of my neck. The touch is electric, almost short-circuiting my brain. His thumb skims the heated skin under my ear, sending a lightening streak straight to the spot between my legs.