Zeke (The Powers That Be, Book 2) by Harper Bentley Page B

just hearing him speak to me, my heart racing because
he’d touched me (jeez) and I knew if I’d had a short-sleeved shirt
on, the goose bumps would be abundant. Talk about being a complete
mess. And then the way he smelled so friggin’ good, all spicy and
manly, my God, he was just an assault on all my senses, which,
throw in that I also knew how he tasted, and that got another
full-body shiver from me.
    I gave him a
weak smile then turned to the front, opening the textbook, pushing
it closer to him so we could share. Mistake. He put his arm on the
back of my chair and scooted me closer to him so we were all nice
and cuddly now.
    “What are you
doing,” I hissed under my breath, keeping my head down so Dr.
Weston wouldn’t see me talking.
    “Sharing,” he
replied.
    Our thighs
were practically fused together now and I was tucked under his arm
possessively which meant I couldn’t push away from him without
making a scene.
    “Zeke,” I
whispered hoping he’d understand and move away.
    He leaned
down, subtly putting his nose in my hair. “Rain,” he mumbled but
didn’t move away.
    “What?” I
asked, still looking down at the book.
    “Your hair. It
smells like rain. I love that. A lot.”
    I closed my
eyes not wanting to like what he said but I most definitely
did.
    Class started
but I had no idea what it was we were being taught because my
attention had been hijacked by the hot guy sitting beside me. I
couldn’t help but be hyperaware of everything when it came to Zeke,
every breath he took, how he was so warm against me, how good it
felt when, with his arm still on the back of my chair, he rubbed
his thumb slowly over my upper arm making me want to melt into him
and give in to my desires, telling myself to screw my rules and go
for it.
    But I knew
that couldn’t happen, so by the time class was over, I’d given
myself the pep talk I hadn’t gotten to use the other day and when
we were dismissed, I pushed away from him then stood quickly
grabbing my bag.
    “Uh, you can
keep the book,” I said, then hastily made my way out of there.
    As I jogged
down the steps outside the building, I heard him calling,
“Scarlett!” but I didn’t stop. Just as I got to Jezebel and opened
the door, his hand went to it keeping me from opening it farther.
“Stop.”
    I spun and
looked up at him, shading my eyes with my hand. “What do you want,
Zeke?” I asked almost angrily. This was so not how I wanted my
morning to go.
    He shut the
door behind me and took a step forward, backing me against my car.
“I wanna know why you ran the other night.”
    I shook my
head and rolled my eyes trying to affect a casual attitude even
though my heart was racing at his closeness. “I didn’t run. I
left.”
    His eyes
narrowed. “And there’s a difference?”
    “Yes, there’s
a difference!” I crossed my arms over my chest wishing he’d back
away.
    “Then why’d
you leave ?”
    “I told you
from the start, I can’t get involved with you.” I looked up at him
for a moment then it hit me. “You don’t like this, do you? You’re
that guy who’s used to being the one who walks away. That’s what
this is, isn’t it? It’s not that you like me or whatever. It’s that
it pisses you off that you can’t have me.” Revelation! Duh!
    He chuckled
then brought his hand up, running the backs of his fingers down my
cheek. “Oh, I’ll have you, Scarlett.” At my big eyes and gasp he
continued. “And when I get you, it’s gonna be awesome. But for now
you should know this guy also loves the thrill of the
chase.”
    Shit.
    Shit.
    Shit.
    Shit.
    Shit!
    He gave me his
half grin which knocked the breath out of me at how friggin’
beautiful he was, then taking my chin in his fingers, he leaned
down and touched his mouth to mine sending all kinds of heat
through my body, especially to one area in particular. When he
pulled back, he was full-on grinning. “Later,” he said then turned
and walked away nonchalantly as if he