“Oh, right, sorry.” But he laughed again and she rolled her eyes. “Are you going to throw me back to the chair?”

“No…though you might deserve it, you creep.”

“That’s Professor Creep to you.”

She groaned. “I forgot how corny you could be.”

“And sexy and manly and—”

She snagged the pillow from behind her head and hit him with it.

“Don’t test me,” he warned.

She arched a brow. “Yeah? What’re ya going to do about it?”

“You want to see?”

“I figure you’re all talk, no action.”

“Oh, hell.” He rolled over again, pressing his body hard against hers. “Then I guess I’ll just have to show you, won’t I?” He kissed her hard and she felt her so recently banked fires start to ignite again.

She was smiling and feeling safe and secure for the first time since she’d moved to Baton Rouge. “Sure you can handle it, Professor Creep?”

For an answer he kissed her again, then lifting his head, deftly turned her onto her stomach and stuffed the pillow she’d flung at him under her hips. Lying atop her, he leaned forward so that his breath ruffled the hair over her ear. “Watch me,” he whispered wickedly, and Kristi buried her face in the bed and giggled until his slow, sensual movements earned an equally slow, sensual response from deep inside her, and she found herself gasping and begging and urging him to love her more…more…more….

CHAPTER 19

R ap! Rap! Rap!

Kristi groaned as she rolled over and stared at the clock. Nine-thirty in the morning…Sunday morning. Who would be beating on her door? And why? She wanted to pull a pillow over her head when she realized she wasn’t alone. Jay was wedged in tight against her.

Images of a night of lovemaking slipped easily through her mind and she smiled to herself.

Rap! Rap!

Whoever it was, was insistent. Go away, she thought, cozily snuggled against Jay, then jolted awake thinking the person outside the door could be her father.

Bruno gave off a soft, disgruntled woof.

Jay lifted his head. “What’s going on?” He glanced at the clock and blinked.

“You look like hell,” she said, noting his puffy eyes and hair stuck at all angles.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

The rapping continued and before Kristi could stop him, Jay rolled off the small daybed and yanked on his boxers.

“Don’t answer that!” she warned, her mind clearing, her eyes feeling as if they had sand in the sockets. She didn’t want anyone to see her half-naked professor answering her door. “Don’t!”

But Jay wasn’t listening. He looked through the peephole and started moving the bike.

“Who is it?” Kristi scrambled into her pajamas. What was wrong with him? “Jay…oh, damn…don’t!”