“You have a sister?” I ask, shocked.
“I do. Her name is Tara. She has been missing and presumed dead since April of this year. We had given up hope of finding her body, but now that Demon has offered his services because he doesn’t believe her to be dead, we are going to resume the search.” His blue eyes darken as he speaks.
“If there is anything I can do to help, I will. You don’t even have to ask,” I say, pushing onto my toes to kiss him.
“Thank you. Now, about my little men,” he says against my lips.
I throw my head back and laugh at the authority in his voice. The same authority he uses in class and turns me on like nothing else has. “Yes, Professor Black, let’s go get the boys.”
Reed growls and pulls me closer as I try to step back toward the door. “Fuck I love when you call me that. I’m going to make a fool out of myself come Tuesday because I’ll be hard as steel the whole time you are in my class.”
“Guess it's too bad that I didn’t have to drop your class like I was planning on,” I say with a cheeky smile.
Reed’s eyebrows shoot up, disappearing under the black hair falling onto his face. “You were planning on dropping my class?”
“I had to. I couldn’t afford to pay for it, and well, to be honest, I thought I needed space from the Professor, who was quickly becoming my fantasy.”
“Good thing this Professor was so determined to keep you that he paid your bill,” Reed says.
This time, I’m taken by surprise by his words. “You… you paid it?” Reed nods, laying his forehead against mine. “Why?”
“Because from the moment I felt you walking down the hall, I knew I had to have you. I wanted to provide for you, protect you against everything, and be the person you depended on.” Reed’s raw honesty makes me fall even more for him. “I have never felt like that before in my life and there was no way I was risking losing my time with you over something like three hundred and sixty-two dollars.”
“God, I think I’m falling in love with you,” I say, pushing my mouth against his. Instantly, he opens up for me, and our tongues meet in a beautiful dance. “You’re going to take it all from me, aren’t you? My worries, troubles, stress, and my love,” I say, pulling back enough that my lips brush his as I speak.
“Like I said, you were always mine to steal,” Reed says, closing the space between us. After another kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the front door.
I’ve had a lot of things stolen from me.
My parents.
A childhood growing up with my brother.
My virginity.
My safety.
I have always despised the individuals that took those things. But this time, having everything stolen from me doesn’t feel so bad. In fact, it feels perfect.
“You can have it all, Reed,” I say as he locks the front door to our home behind us.
