Pretending that things between Alastair and me were nothing more than a student/teacher relationship at the university was my idea. No one needed to get in trouble because we had feelings for each other, because we couldn’t even wait to get to a bedroom to have sex.

My face heated at that thought, thinking about how Alastair had pushed me back on the desk and taken my virginity.

That had only been a week ago, and I wanted more, so much more. We’d seen each other every day, gotten to know each other, and although I wanted to tell him as much, I was nervous.

The door opened, and he entered the class, his aura powerful, strong, commanding. He was a dominant man in general, and everyone knew it. I could see the guys shifting on their seats, heard them clear their throats. I saw the girls exhaling roughly, their focus trained right on Alastair.

I wanted to tell them he was mine.

For the next hour I couldn’t concentrate, but Alastair seemed the total opposite. He was professional, thorough, and even though I saw him looking at me, this heat behind his eyes, he never faltered. He stayed the professor, teaching, being clinical.

After class I was slow in gathering my things. I was the last to start to leave.

“Miss Crane, can you stay after for a moment?” Alastair’s voice was deep and heavy, making me tingle all over. Although this was him trying to keep things professional, I knew the heat that lay beneath. Hell, even looking at his desk made me wet and needy.

I started making my way toward him.

“Close the door, please.”

An even harder shiver worked its way up my spine. Just hearing him tell me what to do, his voice erotic, his brogue thick, had me soaked instantly. Then I was right in front of him, my arousal like a living entity for me.

He rose, walked around the desk, and before I knew what was happening, he had me in an embrace. I melted into him, parting my lips and letting him plunge his tongue into my mouth.

When he moved back, I took a deep breath, not wanting this moment to end.

“Let me take you out, lass. Let me show you off and let everyone kno’ you’re mine.”

I felt my heart beating, hard, frantic, wild. I wanted him to do more than that, but showing me off, others knowing I was his, even if this relationship was “taboo,” made tingles race through me.

“I’d like that.”

I felt the air leave my lungs and knew that, no matter what, this man was making me fall harder than I ever thought possible.

And I’m looking forward to having Alastair catch me before I hit the ground.

* * *

Alastair pulled the car to a stop in front of my driveway. The inside of the car was hot, the scent of him filling my head, making me feel drunk. Dinner had been intimate, sweet even. We hadn’t seen anyone we knew from school, but strangely we hadn’t cared about that anyway.

“I had a great time.” I didn’t really want the night to end, but also didn’t want this relationship to be about sex. Although the sex was amazing, getting to know Alastair was just as important.

“Good, because I want tae make you happy.” He leaned in a little closer, and I smelled the masculine scent of his cologne. It consumed me, made me even more intoxicated.

He looked at me like he was … hungry for me, starved for everything that made me up. Suddenly I felt light-headed and out of breath.

As the seconds moved by and we held each other’s gazes, I felt the air shift around us. It got hotter, thicker.

“I should probably get inside.” God, my voice was so tight, my arousal coursing inside of me.

He shifted on his seat, and I wanted to look down and see if he was aroused. Hell, I knew he was, but I wanted to see for myself.

“Fook, you’re so damn pretty, lass.”

I looked into his eyes. He made my skin tighten and my inner muscles clench in need. I was so wet for him.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He moved a little closer to me.

“Getting you inside is more important than doing what I really want.” His voice was thick. “But it’s really fooking hard tae stop myself.”

He leaned in another inch, and I found myself doing the same. For a second we breathed the same air. His body was so big, so muscular, that he seemed to block out everything behind him. And his kilt, God, his kilt turned me on.

And then I heard a dog barking in the distance and that seemed to have reality slamming into me.

* * *

Fook, I wanted her, wanted tae take her right now. But as much as I needed tae make the night last, I kne’ being overbearing wouldn’t bode well for anyone.

This part of me—this strong, powerful side—wanted tae turn the car back on, pull out of the driveway, and take her back tae my place. She needed tae be there, needed tae be in my bed, under me, knowing she was mine.

I dinna want tae let her leave, dinna want tae let her walk away even if I kne’ I’d see her again. Truth be told I wanted tae put her over my shoulder, carry her tae my place, and make her mine all night long.

And then a dog barked and broke up the moment we had. I smiled, chuckling to myself at the timing.

I got out of the car, and before I could make my way tae her side and open the door, she was out already. I smirked. My woman was definitely independent, and as much as I loved that, I wanted tae take care of her in all ways.

I walked her tae the front entrance, the light outside flickering, the life almost out of it. No, I dinna like her being here.

“Thank you for tonight. It was really great—”

I had her in my arms before she finished her sentence. I pressed her up against the side of the apartment building, no’ caring if anyone saw. The sound she made was sweet, a gasp of pleasure and surprise.

“I should get inside,” she said softly, no heat in her words. “Because anyone could see us.” She sounded more pleasure-filled now.

I pressed my lower half tae hers, letting her feel how much I wanted her. “Do you care if anyone sees?” I cupped her cheek, then slid my hand down tae her throat. I had a loose hold on her. “You feel how much I want you, lass?” I could see her pulse beating rapidly.

She made a soft sound, and I growled low. “I want you really fucking badly, Molly.”

She moaned the word “yes,” then smoothed her hands over my shoulders. I heard the sound of someone gasping behind me, and looked over my shoulder tae see an older couple walking up.

The older woman scoffed, and they walked intae the building.

“You’re so bad,” she said on a light laugh.

I stepped back. “Yeah, but I still want you.” I grinned. “I guess we’ve had enough excitement for one night.” I pulled her in for a kiss, no’ pulling away until she was breathless and clutching tae me.

“God, Alastair.”

I smoothed my finger over her bottom lip, wanting her right then and there, but knowing pushing her and acting like a fooking caveman wouldn’t have her seeing that I was the man she was meant tae be with.

I’d show her for the rest of my life that this right here, her and me, was meant tae be.

And she was meant tae be with me. Only me.