Forbidden Heat by Jordyn White
(Firework Girls #1)
Publication date: September 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance
But how could I help being struck speechless by the sexy smile and warm intelligence of Professor Shane Brooks?
What starts as wistful gazing from the back of the room leads to stolen touches that melt my core, and ends with a midnight encounter right on school grounds.
Those weren’t the kind of after-school activities I had in mind.
Will Shane hate himself for what we’ve done, or resent me for wanting it? I don’t know. I’m too lost in the heat of his body and the depths of his soul.
Sooner or later someone’s bound to find out about us, and it’s not going to be pretty.
The only question is, are we strong enough to survive it?
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I’ve been at the pool for so long, I’m starting to worry he’s not going to show. I’m in the water, but haven’t been swimming laps. If he comes, sees me, and decides to bolt again, I’ll only have one chance.
It’s nearly eleven when Professor Shane Brooks walks through the glass door. I’m low in the water, my head just above the surface, so he doesn’t see me.
When he deposits his towel on the concrete bench, I smoothly lift myself out of the pool. I don’t even look at him at first. I rise to my feet, the water streaming off my nearly naked body. I know what I look like in a bikini, and for the first time in my entire life, I’m using it to my advantage.
I tilt my head back, smoothing my hands along my hair to ease out the excess water. I’m well aware of the natural back arch that occurs when a woman brushes her hands over her hair. I don’t over-exaggerate the movement or try to thrust out my chest like a cheap porn star.
Instead I allow my body to flow gracefully and trust Sam’s white, string bikini do it’s magic.
When I straighten, Shane Brooks looks like a deer caught in headlights.
I smile knowingly. “Evening.”
He blinks.
He looks ready to bolt, so I stay where I am. “Would you mind grabbing my towel?” I gesture to the far end of the pool, away from the door, where my fluffy, white towel awaits, next to my neatly-folded clothes.
His gentlemanly instincts take over and he goes to retrieve my towel. I’m both amazed and exhilarated to see my devious plan is working. So far, at least. I’ve never set out to seduce a man I wasn’t already in a relationship with. Is this how Sam does it?
I take a few steps away from the edge of the pool, but wait patiently for him to get my towel and bring it back to me. He’s looking as sexy as he always does, the tee he’s wearing hinting at the firm chest underneath.
He holds out the towel at arm’s length, clearly trying not to get too close.
I take it and drape it over one shoulder as the water beads up on my skin. I allow our eyes to rest on each other as he stands there, seemingly unable to move. His eyes keep sneaking downward, onto my bare stomach, my breasts, and lower. He’s apparently doing this against his will because he keeps snapping his eyes back up to my face.
I raise one eyebrow and put my hands on my hips. “Aren’t you going to swim?”
His lips part like he’s going to say something. Instead he frowns and turns away from me.
As he approaches the bench, I quietly follow him. He pulls off his shirt. His back is broad and muscular, tapering to a trim waist. The sight of his bare back gets me slightly off balance for the first time since he came in. I’ve been acting like the one in control here, but the feelings he gives me are enough to knock me on my ass, if I’m not careful.
He drops his shirt next to his towel and turns to find I’m not where he left me. His lips part with surprise, but his eyes trail downward again. This time, he lets his gaze linger. And linger. Drinking me in.
I slowly take a step toward him. He’s looking in my eyes again.
I’m pulled into his gaze. We fall into that look, that deep look we’ve shared before and suddenly it’s all over for me too. Gone the cool seductress. I could no more hide my desire for him than I could stop myself from feeling it.
And Shane Brooks? He looks like he’s fighting a battle to resist partaking of a particularly delectable treat… and losing.
Jordyn White writes steamy romances featuring smart, sexy women and the swoon-worthy men who adore them. Her sexy love stories are full of passion but don’t skimp on the tenderness. She’s addicted to trendy coffee houses, poolside lounging, and HEAs. When not tapping blissfully away on her laptop, she takes time to enjoy life with her husband and their children.
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