“Yes! When did you become an egomaniac?” she demanded. Her green eyes snapping fire, she looked as if she might slap him. But she wouldn’t. “If you remember, I was the one who broke up with you, right? It wasn’t the other way around.”

“Biggest mistake of your life,” he assured her calmly.

“The biggest mistake of my life was getting involved with you again!” she blurted. The minute the words crossed her tongue, she regretted them, wished she could call them back. He was staring down at her as if he could actually read her mind, the big oaf. Oh, hell! What was it about Jay that drove her nuts? “I’ve changed my mind. Just go.”

“No.”

“GO!”

“You want me to stay, you’re just too thickheaded to admit it.”

“You make me crazy!”

“Good.”

Talking to him, trying to reason with him, only made things worse. Somehow he’d gotten the upper hand. She’d given him the upper hand. And now he was smiling that damnable boyish grin that she found so stupidly irresistible. One side of his mouth lifted and in that second she knew he was going to kiss her. Oh, God, she couldn’t let that happen.

Never.

She warned, “Don’t even think about—”

Too late. In an instant he’d dropped the blanket and pillow and had yanked her hard against him. His lips slanted over hers in a kiss that sucked the breath from her lungs and left her bones feeling weak.

Which was just damned ridiculous!

And that warm tingle that slid through her bloodstream?

Totally out of line!

Totally!

Yet she didn’t pull away when his tongue pressed against her teeth and she heard a soft, almost eager moan escape her own throat. Oh, for the love of God. Stop this, Kristi, stop it now!

His hands splayed over her back, pulling her even closer, and she began to be lost in the moment, in the desire that swept through her. She finally found the strength to push him away.

“Bad form, McKnight,” she said, stepping back, aware her chest was rising up and down more rapidly than normal, her voice disgustingly breathy. “You’re my professor.”

He laughed aloud. “And you’re of age. Try again.”

“We have a history, Jay. And it’s not good.”

“It’s not bad.” He wasn’t giving an inch as he stood glaring down at her, his amber eyes dark with desire, his lips thin and hard.

“Stay back…I’ll think of something.”

“Your excuses are getting weaker.”

“Jay—”

“What?” His mouth was coming close to hers again.