I stared into the courtyard. There were students studying, others talking and laughing with each other, and even some in intimate embraces.

The sun slashed through the window, the bright light making it hard to see for a moment. I turned my back toward the glass, grabbed the book I was reading, and started up on the page again.

I was trying to focus on it, to actually learn something, seeing as that’s why I was here, but my mind was a jumble of thoughts.

The sound of something dropping had me glancing at the table across from me. A stack of books had fallen to the ground, and two students were busy picking them up. No, I couldn’t focus here. There was too much going on. Going to my place wasn’t an option either, as I had class in an hour.

I decided to hit up the library. At least that would hopefully give me some peace, not just from the chaos around me, but also from my wandering mind.

I stood, grabbed my things, and headed toward the library. I momentarily froze when I saw a very big man in front of me who wore a kilt. My heart went into overdrive and the blood rushed through my veins, causing me to lose my breath for a moment.

He was speaking with another professor but was headed in the same direction as I was. I kept back a bit, leaning against the wall, and waited until they turned down the hall.

There was no way I should be feeling anything remotely like this for a man I didn’t even know. But I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t even think straight since the first time I’d seen him.

I was losing my mind.

But if feeling like this means I’m crazy, I don’t know if I want to be sane.

* * *

I graded the last paper, closed down my computer, and was about tae head out when I saw the fiery redhead I’d become obsessed with—in such a short time that should have made me question my sanity—sitting at one of the back tables.

Molly.

God, even her name made me hard.

The urge tae go over tae her and speak with her, let her kno’ exactly how caveman I could be, how much I wanted her, rode me fiercely. But some little fooker stopped by her table, speaking with her, making her smile.

I curled my fingers intae my palms, feeling my nails prick my skin. I watched as she looked back down at her book, but the arsehole sat beside her. The guy was staring at her, clear arousal in his eyes. It was easy enough to see, because hell, I had it for her too.

As much as I wanted tae go over there and drag him away from her, I just stared at her.

She glanced up at the guy a few times, but mostly she focused on her book. The little prick sat close, and I wasn’t blind tae the fact he made sure tae make contact at every opportunity. He’d press his arm against hers, lean in close so their shoulders touched.

Molly shifted tae the side, and that’s when I stood, not able tae be still and watch anymore. I was too fooking jealous.

A woman like Molly—my woman—needed tae kno’ what it was like tae have a real man touch her, make her feel good. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

When the little bastard left, I grabbed my stuff and headed over tae her. I stood at the edge of the table, looking at her, wanting to lean down, grab hold of her, and kiss her fooking senseless. I wanted tae push the books off, tell everyone tae get the fook out, and lay Molly atop the table. God, I was getting hard, so damn hard I couldn’t even think straight right now.

“Greg, as much as I’m flattered about you wanting me to go to a party tonight, I have too much studying.” Molly was still looking down at her book.

I didn’t move, couldn’t even speak because I kne’ if I did, I’d say something really fooking over the top.

She exhaled. “Greg, seriously.” When she glanced up, I saw the surprise on her face that it wasn’t that little prick standing in front of her. “Mr. McGowan…”

She sat up straighter, her chest pressing against her shirt. I noticed she was fidgeting with her pen. She tried tae appear clam, but I could see she was nervous as hell. That turned me on like no’ other.

And because I was running on pure male instinct right now, I made myself comfortable in the seat across from her. She seemed tae grow even more nervous. I was transfixed at the sight of her pulse beating right below her ear.

“Um,” she said softly, looking around. “Mr. McGowan?”

“Your paper yesterday was incredible,” I finally said, my voice thick, but soft so that I didn’t disturb the other students. “It outshone the others.” I leaned back, my cock rock-hard and no’ way for me to adjust it without looking obvious.

Her cheeks turned pink, and I wondered if her whole body blushed. I couldn’t help but imagine her naked, my fingers on her, my lips and mouth skimming along her flesh. God, I could have come right there just from the thoughts and images in my head.

“Thank you,” she finally said and glanced down at her book. I was making her nervous, maybe even uncomfortable, but I could see she liked it. “I was actually having some trouble writing the next paper.” She glanced up at me. “Maybe I could see you after class later this week? Maybe you’ll have some pointers for me?”

I nearly groaned right then and there. My cock jerked, pre-cum slipping from the tip. The thing about wearing a kilt—which was part of my heritage—was I wore nothing beneath it. That made the fooker between my legs even more sensitive, made me even more aware of exactly how hard it was.

“Anytime you want to see me, I’m free.” I was subbing for an indeterminate amount of time. Until I got word that the regular professor would be back, I’d be trying to spend as much time with Molly as I could.

I’d already deemed her mine, and nothing would stop me from claiming her.