I Don’t Date My Tutor
He might make her nerdy heart pound like the drums at one of his football games, but Quin needs to get over star quarterback, Cage Rucker. For one thing, he has a girlfriend. For another, she didn’t come to college to find a guy, even if he is sweet and kind, and volunteers with kids on the weekend. She has bigger plans.
Unfortunately, those bigger plans require one thing she doesn’t have, the ability to talk to people. And who’s good at talking to people? Cage Rucker.
So, when he proposes that he teach her what he’s good at in return for her helping him pass the class he needs to be eligible for the NFL draft, how could she refuse?
And when she finds out that there’s more to him than she could have ever imagined, she’ll choose her big plans over the guy who makes her feel things she’s never felt before, right? Right?!
Note: This book is a part of the author's 'Love is Love Collection', meaning that it is available as a spicy romance in 'My Tutor', a sweet romantic comedy in 'I Don't Date My Tutor', a steamy wolf shifter romance in ‘Son of a Beast’, and a Male/Male romance in 'Serious Trouble'.
With the deafening silence enveloping us and the smell of him swirling around me, I couldn’t take it anymore. Cage was so close that it was torture not to touch him. I had to at least see the beautiful body whose heat consumed me. So, moving like it was the most natural thing in the world, I rolled over settling on my side.
Buried in the shadows, I opened my eyes. He was on his side facing me. His eyes were closed. Maybe he was asleep. If he was, it meant that I could look at him unhindered. I could examine every contour of his angular, masculine face.
Cage was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His wavy hair that lay gently across his forehead, his broad shoulders that sat uncovered, his lightly hairy chest, I desperately wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin next to mine would be enough to live the rest of my life on.
Needing to be closer to him, I moved my hand onto the bed between us. I was less than a foot away from his sleeping body and didn’t dare to get any closer. I wanted to. God did I want to, but I knew I couldn’t… until, as if sensing me there, Cage moved his hand between us an inch away from mine.
I could feel the heat of him on me. I could barely breathe. Parting my lips as my heart thumped, I couldn’t stand it. I needed to be closer. Being apart from him hurt too much.
Moving my fingers slowly, I stretched them out. They weren’t long enough. He was right there. I could practically feel them. I would need to move my entire hand if I wanted his touch. Could I do that, though? Should I do it?
My debate didn’t matter because as if he needed it too, his strong hand crossed to mine and moved on top of it. It was him who had done it. It could have been the reflex actions of someone asleep, but I didn’t think it was. He wanted to hold my hand and I wanted to hold his.
So, shifting my fingers delicately, I allowed his fingers to fall between mine. When they did, I moved mine so that they touched his. It was everything I had hoped it would be. I tried to breathe without making a sound but it was the most erotic moment of my life. His touch was a swirling wind that encircled my warm, body.
I was in love with Cage. I could no longer deny it. And, touching him in the moonlight, there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be. I wanted this moment to last forever. It lasted for hours, but eventually, my exhausted heart slowed down and I fell asleep.
