Book Two: ShamelessProfessor Lindstrom flips the page of the syllabus, going over every bullet point in pain-staking detail. I wish I could say I'm paying attention, hanging on every word, but that would be a lie.I'm much too distracted by Mason Price, who's sprawled out a couple rows behind me. Every once in a while, I'll pretend to grab something from my messenger bag that sits on the thinly carpeted floor next to my desk. The excuse allows me to swivel just enough to glance in his direction and stare at the dark-haired guy who has been a constant presence in my thoughts since we ran into each other the other day.God, he's good looking.And I'm not the only one who thinks so. Most of the girls in his vicinity are turned in his direction, trying to catch his interest. It's a relief when he continues to stare straight ahead as if absorbed in the material.Levi nudges my shoulder. "This is so freaking boring."Knocked from my thoughts, I straighten on the seat and nod. "Yeah, it

Book Two: Shameless If there were any lingering doubts in my mind that Mason Price doesn't like me, they've been laid to rest this evening.He barely glanced at me the entire time he was here.I made several attempts to draw him out of his shell by asking questions or making comments. His gaze would reluctantly flicker in my direction before he'd give me a clipped response. It was like I was talking to a Neanderthal who couldn't do anything more than grunt out his answers. After a while, I gave up. There's only so much teeth pulling I'm willing to do.I have no idea what his problem is. My mind tumbles back to the other day. He must have taken offense when I offered my assistance. I was just trying to be friendly. All right…so maybe I was trying to come up with a way to spend time with him in order to figure out what it is I find so fascinating about the guy.I hate to admit it, but the more he holds me at a distance, the more tempting it is to break through the roadblocks h

Book Two: ShamelessI stare straight ahead as the truck barrels toward town. For the umpteenth time, my fingers rise to my lips before drifting over them in shock.Has anyone ever kissed me quite so thoroughly?It doesn't take much of a mental deep dive to come up with an answer. Most of the kisses I've received have either been tentative or lacking in any real passion.This was the complete opposite.It only took one brush of his lips to feel the pent-up aggression attempting to claw its way free. Almost as if it was a living, breathing entity. Honestly, the same kinds of feelings had coursed through me. Especially when he'd placed his hand at the base of my throat. His hold never tightened, the pressure never increased, but it was there just the same.A constant reminder of his dominating presence.I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but I liked it. I liked the way it made my heart thunder against my ribcage and my pulse quicken. There'd been something so commanding about

Book Two: ShamelessMy panties dampen at the way he growls out those words. His anger and prickly attitude shouldn't be a turn-on, but they are. Oh god, are they. The way his teeth clench, flashing in the light, and the muscle in his jaw tics against his sun-kissed flesh does strange things to my insides. His eyes ignite with a mixture of fury and something else I can't quite identify.Lust?Desire?Exactly how far would I need to push for him to lose control again?If that happened, would he kiss me like the other night?A thick shiver of desire slides through me just remembering the way his lips took possession of mine. It was passionate, controlling, and nothing short of addictive. More than anything, I want to feel it again.He takes a swift step forward, swallowing up a bit of distance between us before slamming to a halt. It's almost as if he's hit an invisible wall that stops him from moving closer. "And I'm pretty sure I told you that I can do what I want."His eyes nar

Book Two: Shameless"I don't have a condom," I ground out. It's so tempting to wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze the tip to relieve some of the pressure. Otherwise, I'm half afraid the damn thing might blow off. I can be one of those horrific stories you see on Sex Sent Me to the ER."There's one in my purse." She points to the little pink bag lying haphazardly on the floor ten feet from the counter.Funny…I didn't even notice she dropped the thing when I hauled her against me. Three long-legged strides are all it takes to reach the bag. With a glance speared in her direction, I hold it out."It should be in the side pocket."For a second, our gazes stay locked. If there's one thing I've never done before, it's rummage around in a woman's purse. When I remain still, unsure what to do, she arches a brow. I blow out a steady breath before cautiously opening the flap and peeking inside. It's like getting a glimpse behind the curtain.Just like she claimed, there's a foil p