Teach
me everything.
Synopsis
My
whole life, I’ve been a good girl. I follow rules like nobody’s
business. I obey guidelines like I was born to it. Show me a line,
and I’ll toe it.
I’m
even a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Good is my middle name.
And
then, I break one tiny little rule. Miniscule. Inconsequential.
Next
thing I know, I’m trapped with an incredibly handsome stranger.
He’s got eyes like cut emeralds, biceps that makes my head spin,
and a smile that has me rethinking all my life choices.
We
escape a bar bathroom together. We go on an impromptu date. We share
the hottest kiss I’ve ever had, one that leaves me panting for
more. We promise to see each other again.
Turns
out, we see each other the next morning.
In
my calculus class.
Which
he’s teaching.
My
handsome, sexy date is Professor Loveless, and we’ll be seeing each
other plenty. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday all semester.
There’s
no choice but to call it off. We both have too much at stake: I could
lose my scholarship, and he could lose his entire career.
But
I can’t call off the way I feel.
I
can’t call off the way he looks when he rolls up his sleeves and
explains imaginary numbers.
I
can’t call off the heated glances, or the way our hands touch when
I hand in my homework, or the memory of his body pressing against
mine that night.
I’m
a virgin.
He’s
my professor.
And
if we give in, it could cost us both everything.
But
I’m so tired of being a good girl.
Review
I enjoyed reading this book though I must admit that I wasn't intrigued but rather frustrated by the situation. As they met before they knew who and what they were to each other, I didn't feel that it was forbidden but I was upset that they couldn't be together despite the fact that they were meant to be and despite their chemistry.
The book started out really strong, I laughed a lot and enjoyed their witty banter. I felt with them and felt for them when they realized that they couldn't date but the book didn't completely absorb me. When everything imploded and their lives went to hell - or did they?...well, you'll have to read it to find out about it! Let's just say I cheered for them and was really happy when they found a solution to their situation and a way to stay together, no matter how hard and how difficult it was after everything that happened.
Once again, I enjoyed the relationship between the brothers as well as the interactions between the hero and the heroine. Nice and charming characters and an interesting story - try it, I'm sure you will enjoy this story!
★★★★
Excerpt
“I’m sorry I was a jerk on
Friday night,” I start over, moving closer. “I still think that
what I said was valid, but I didn’t have to —"
He steps closer, leans in.
“—I didn’t have to be an
asshole about it,” I say into his ear.
“I think I deserved it,”
he says. His lips brush my ear, and my eyes flutter closed.
Don’t,
I tell myself. Don’t
do a single thing that isn’t apologizing for your behavior.
As if I didn’t seek him out.
As if I didn’t drag him into this tiny, cramped back staircase.
“No, you were right,” I
tell him, automatically reaching out, steadying myself against his
shoulder. “I found you at the banquet. I kissed you later. I gave
you a bottle of wine.”
“But I’m the one who
should know better,” he says, and then his hand is on mine, holding
it against his warm chest. My heart beats harder, faster.
“You think I don’t?”
“I shouldn’t be giving you
rides and walking you home,” he goes on. “Pretending that those
things are perfectly fine and innocent, because they’re not.”
We shift in the tiny space and
suddenly our bodies are touching from shoulder to hip, the jolt of
his heat like an electric current.
“We shouldn’t be seeing
each other at all,” I tell him, even as I close my eyes, press
myself into him so softly I can tell myself I’m not doing anything,
my lips millimeters from his ear.
“No,” he says. “The more
I see you the harder it is to pretend I don’t like you.”
A hand on my hip, his fingers
touching bare skin above my too-small shorts.
“And the harder it is to
pretend I don’t want you,” he whispers.
My heart’s beating so hard
and fast that it feels like my ribcage is rattling in my body.
Outside and from above, the organ hums thickly, surrounding us.
“What if it were my fault?”
I ask.
“What do you mean?”
I know I should walk away. I
know that. I know my coworker Nathaniel got expelled for sexual
misconduct and
while I have no intention of making porn, I’m fairly certain that
sleeping with my professor also falls into that category.
I know he could get fired and
his career could be over.
I know a million things wrong
with this scenario, and not one of them stops me.
“I mean,” I say, and plant
a kiss on his neck, right below his jaw. His fingers curl into my
spine.
“What if —" another
kiss, higher up, “— it were my fault?”
The last kiss lands on his
jawline, right below his ear, my fingers now woven through his hair,
his slight stubble sharp on my lips.
He moves his hand until his
palm is flat on my back, in the space between the shorts and my vest,
underneath the jacket I’m still wearing. He swallows hard, his
breath on my neck.
Then his hand is on my face,
his thumb stroking my jaw, and he pulls me back, his green eyes
nearly black in the dark, his lips parted, his gaze roaming my face.
I don’t breathe. I don’t think my heart beats.
And he kisses me.
The epic finale of the Becker Brothers series. Each book can be read as a stand-alone.
