Several days had passed, and although I kept things professional on the teacher/student level, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I needed her like I needed tae breathe.

It was quiet study for the last half hour of class. I stared at Molly for a second, couldn’t keep my gaze off her. I wanted tae go tae her now, tae pull her in close, dismiss the class, and claim her as mine.

I curled my hands intae tight fists when she brushed her red hair over her shoulder, the long, wavy locks seeming to move sensuously, as if the inanimate object kne’ how hard I was over the sight. And then, maybe because she felt my gaze on her, Molly glanced up slowly.

Her green eyes were expressive, looking right intae me, knowing that look from her alone—so innocent, so vulnerable—made me so fooking hot I was sweating.

I kne’ she had to be a decade younger than me, maybe even more than that. I dinna care. She was too innocent for me, so young, too perfect. I was a dirty bastard for wanting her the way I did, for wanting tae do filthy things tae her.

I cleared my throat, shifted on my seat, and felt the hard rod of my erection pressing against my kilt. I focused on the students, all of them oblivious to the fact their professor had a raging hard-on for one of their classmates.

I focused on my paperwork, trying tae figure out the best way tae let Molly kno’ she would be mine without seeming like a prick. For the remaining time in class I sat there, my focus on my desk, my thoughts on Molly.

I tried no’ tae look at her, tried no’ tae even think about her. But the truth was she’d invaded my thoughts from day one.

I stared at her as she played with a strand of hair. My cock jerked. I could have been a real sick fook and reached down tae adjust myself, give my dick a nice squeeze in the process. But holding out for her was better.

She lifted her gaze tae mine again. Our eyes locked, my heart thundered, and my cock jerked violently. The eye contact was broken, and she looked back down at her book. I still watched her though, breathing out slowly, trying tae regain my composure.

And when she leaned forward, just enough that the front of her shirt gaped open, all I could do was stare at her luscious breasts. God, she was gorgeous. She wasn’t just beautiful in the physical sense, but also intellectually. I’d looked over her papers, and they were transfixing, mesmerizing. She had a way with words.

My cock was rock-hard, like a lead pipe between my thighs.

I couldn’t help but watch as she ran her finger along her jawline, a verra innocent act but so damn sensual all in the same breath.

I wasn’t one of these horny college kids. I kne’ how tae control myself, and although I had restraint, I was having a hard fooking time keeping myself in check.

Molly was focused on her book, but she shifted on the seat and parted her legs slightly. I got a glimpse of the black panties she wore.

Bloody hell.

The bell rang, and I focused on other things aside from what I wanted tae do with her … tae her.

All the students got their things and left. I watched Molly. I lowered my gaze tae her legs as she put her things in her bag. I wanted tae part them, wanted tae not only keep her close as mine, but make her see she belonged with me.

When the last student left and the door was shut, I closed my eyes and rested my elbows on the table, breathing out roughly.

Fook, if this was my reaction tae her when I hadn’t even spoken tae her, I kne’ I was done for. I couldn’t ignore this. I wouldn’t. I dinna want to even think this was just a passing need, a strong desire to have her as mine.

I’d make her mine, because never had I felt this before.

And that’s no’ something I’m okay with just forgetting about.

* * *

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. During the entire class I was focused on the man wearing the kilt, currently talking about something important, I was sure.

I should have been concentrating on the lesson, but instead I was staring at his big, muscular body. The way he spoke and his thick accent made me hot, then cold, then gave me chills.

Clearing my throat drew some attention to me, seeing as the only one speaking was the professor. He glanced at me, his eyes so blue I could see them from where I sat. This little tremor worked its way through my body.

I knew about need, about desire. I was a virgin, but that didn’t mean arousal didn’t course through me. It just had never thrummed through my veins in the way it was doing now.

Never had I felt this fire before, and I didn’t want it to end.

But I also knew that being with a staff member of the university was severely frowned upon, perhaps even punishable. I didn’t know the details and had never actually heard anything regarding a student and teacher in this university.

But even that wasn’t enough to tame my libido.

Even that wasn’t enough to make me stop and think that wanting this professor, or that I could get me into a lot of trouble if I acted upon it. I didn’t care about anything else than how I felt.

I listened to the lilt of his voice, the thick, deep accent of his that made me so wet. It was mesmerizing, like just the sound of it had a way of making me go higher and never letting me hit the ground.

And when our gazes locked from across the room, this burning intensified in my gut, this feeling that he knew what he wanted, and that was me.

There had to be something wrong with me. I didn’t know this man. Just a short time ago I’d “met” him. He’d made me feel all kinds of things I didn’t know were even possible.

But what I did understand was that I wanted him, wanted to get to know him, and I didn’t much care what anyone else thought about it.