"And I'm very hands on when I teach."
The double entendre is more than enough to turn my panties into a soaking mess, and I quickly squeeze my legs shut before anything can start dripping down my legs.
"Is something wrong?"
His languid tone makes my heart skip a beat even when it tells me I'm being toyed with.
"You know exactly what's wrong."
His lips curve into another almost-smirk. "You're pouting."
"And what if I am?"
"I like it."
Oh, Mr. Mine.
You haven't lost your way with words at all, but I think it's time I turn the tables just a bit.
"Stop it."
The whispered words take him by surprise, and it's his turn to take the bait. "Stop what?"
"Being so sexy," I say with a mischievous smile, and after a moment of silence, he ends up chuckling softly, and the sound is just divine.
"Well-played, my sweet."
My heart trips over itself when I hear what he's called me, and just like that Mr. Mine regains the upper hand between us.
"I mean it though," I say breathlessly. "I need you to stop being so hot or I'll never be able to think clearly around you."
"Who says I want you thinking clearly?"
I stick my tongue out, and Mr. Mine's lips twitch.
"Do you think I'm being childish?"
"I think you're being cute."
"Hmph." I playfully wag a finger at him...and end up gasping when he catches said finger with a nip of his teeth.
"Mr. Mine!"
The words are out before I realize what I'm saying, and all I can do is blush when I see the way his gaze widens.
"Mister...Mine?"
Forget about almost-smirks. What he has playing over his lips right now is a full-fledged smirk, and the sight of it has me feeling deliciously weak.
He leans close, and so do I.
He leans even closer, and I do the same.
Closer and closer and closer—-
"AHEM."
I shove Mr. Mine out of the way without thinking, and he nearly falls out of his chair since I've caught him by surprise.