Infatuated by Elle Jordan

if the bulge at my backside was any indication, then I was pretty sure I wasn’t feeling him thinking. Or if he was, they definitely weren’t pure thoughts.
    “That’s what happens when I go to sleep thinking about you. I wake up thinking about you.” Smoothly, he slid his hand out of mine and ran it over my breasts. When it started south, I grabbed it to keep it still.
    That didn’t deter him, since he just used his other hand.
    “Uh huh. I have a huge to-do list of stuff for today.”
    “You can stay in and do me instead,” he said, shifting to give himself better access. Deftly, he slid one of his legs between mine and used it to brace one of my legs while his fingers moved over me.
    And god, those fingers could move. I bit my lip again to keep from groaning. “I don’t think ‘Kale’ is on my grocery list.”
    “It should be. I make a great snack.” He brushed the hair from the back of my neck and kissed along my shoulder. “Besides, what’s the fun of having a to-do list if I’m not on it?”
    “You...might have a point,” I decided. And a good one.
    “Of course I do.” He licked my neck and pulled me closer. His hand found my breast again.
    “You’re trying to distract me.”
    “I am.” He pinched my nipple. “Is it working?”
    I closed my eyes. “Maybe a little.”
    “Only a little? Guess I’ll need to work on that some more.”

    K ale was a master at distractions and could have taught a college course in it. Not only that, he was a pro at taking his time.
    Wiggling out of his arms before he got any other ideas, I jumped out of bed. When I turned back, he was watching me intently. Eyes smoldering, hair messy, and a pout on his face that was both sexy and utterly adorable. “You’re so pretty.”
    He blinked up at me. “Pretty?”
    “Yeah, pretty. You’ve got that too-pretty mouth with those full lips and those too-pretty eyelashes that most girls would kill for.”
    “I prefer ruggedly handsome. Or masculine. Or even okay looking. Not sure I like being called ‘pretty’.”
    “Tough.”
    The sheet dropped as he got to knees and made his way across the bed. He grabbed me before I could dodge out of the way and rubbed against me. “Manly.”
    I almost purred. And then I almost jumped him. Instead, I pushed him away. “I need actual food in my apartment, as you’ve pointed out anytime you’ve come over, because we’re down to cereal or…cereal. I also have to pay bills and other adult-like stuff.”
    “I love that tone.”
    “What tone?”
    “That ‘I’m the teacher, you’re the student, so shut up and listen’ tone. It’s sexy.”
    I laughed. “Don’t tell me you have a thing for teachers.”
    He eyed me with a sexy gleam in his eye. “I didn’t, but I think I could work the fantasy into my schedule. Right after the one where I take you—”
    I threw my hands over my ears. “Lalala, I can’t hear you,” I said and ran into the bathroom. I slammed the door on his laughter and leaned against it, grinning so much it made my face hurt. He was terrible. And sexy and evil and sexy some more.
    When I came back out a few minutes later, he was pulling a t-shirt on over his head. He saw me, smiled.
    “Don’t open your mouth,” I warned. If he did, I’d never get anything done—except him. In theory, that was a great idea. If I wanted to eat any time during the next week…not so great. “I’m going to the store, and you’re going…somewhere else. Home, I guess. You said you had today off, right? And no verbal answers.”
    His mouth opened, then closed. He nodded.
    I grabbed some clothes and changed. When I was done, I shooed Kale out the door with me. He walked me to car, saying nothing but giving me sexy looks that had me laughing.
    “Stop it.”
    “Stop what?” he asked, grabbing a piece of paper off the windshield wiper. He glanced at it and then rolled it into a ball before I could see.
    “What’s that?”
    Shrugging, he turned back to me. “One of