Roxy Morgan is finally in control of her life. After working in the family diner to put her now ex-husband through law school, she’s getting her own chance at a college education. She doesn’t need any distractions in her life right now, especially men. The strong magnetic pull she feels toward chemistry professor Dr. Daniel Jennings is more than just an annoyance—it’s threatening her GPA. Yet she can’t seem to keep mind on her studies, or her hands off him.
Driven, lonely Daniel has been working to perfect an attraction elixir so he can finally find what’s been missing in his life: Passion. Sassy, outgoing Roxy wasn’t supposed to be part of his experiment. It was purely an accident. Now his elixir has given him an unexpected side effect—he’s fallen in love. But his sense of honor nags him to tell her the truth about the “love potion.”
Even if it means risking the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Passion-Minded Professor:
He laughed and before she realized what he was doing, he leaned over and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her easily across the living room and down the hall. He pushed open a door that was ajar and flipped on the light switch with his shoulder.
“Hey, you do have a bed,” Roxy said. It looked extra wide and extra long, or maybe it just seemed that way from her vantage point up here in Daniel’s arms. The walls were beige. The black comforter on the bed stood out in sharp contrast. The bed seemed to take up most of the room. In only two steps, they’d reached it. But she remained in Daniel’s arms.
She squirmed a little. “You can put me down now.”
He held her a bit closer and nibbled on her ear. “I don’t know if I will,” he said, the warmth of his breath washing over her neck. “I like holding you.”
“I’m too heavy.”
“Stop worrying about it. You’re not too heavy,” he replied, but he set her gently down onto the bed. He knelt down and untied her sneakers. Then he stripped her socks from her feet. He caressed her feet with his hands. Oh God, that felt wonderful. “You have very pretty feet.”
“No one has pretty feet,” she said. She tried to pull her feet away, but he held on.
“Why do you want to argue with me tonight?” He rubbed the balls of her feet with his thumbs and she thought she might melt, it felt so good. “You have pretty feet.”
“Thank you,” she said because she didn’t know what else to say. She wasn’t used to compliments, especially about her weight and feet.
“Stand up,” he said. “Let’s get these jeans off you.”
“Okay.”
She stood and reached for the snap, but his fingers beat her to it. After the snap, he lowered the zipper and pushed the denim over her hips. He hooked her damp panties with his thumbs and they ended up on the floor along with the jeans. She held onto his shoulders as she stepped out of them.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he ran his gaze over her. And before she had a chance to respond, he placed a finger on her lips. “Beautiful,” he repeated.
She couldn’t help smiling. If nothing else, Daniel had given her a feeling of worth. He made her feel beautiful. Desirable.
But she wanted so much more.
She swept her hands down his sides, skimming his ribs, catching the waistband of his boxer briefs with her fingers. She caught his amused gaze. “It’s only fair.”
He spread his arms wide. “Be my guest.”
She slid the soft cotton down over his hips and his heavy cock. The briefs landed at his feet and he stepped out of them. And finally he stood before her in all his glory. His long, muscular legs she wanted tangled with hers. His taut buns she wanted to touch with her trembling fingers. His magnificent arousal she wanted to take into her eager body.
She was amazed that she stood naked before him and felt confident and sexy and powerful. How did he do that to her? Or did she do it for herself?
Or maybe the two of them made the right combination. In the back of her mind, a voice told her she should be upset with that thought, but at the moment she didn’t know why.
“Lay back on my bed,” Daniel said softly. “Fulfill my fantasy.”
She spread her arms out and fell backward, her body cushioned by the soft mattress and silky comforter beneath her. She slid back on the bed, until her head sank into the soft pillow. Her eyes never left Daniel’s. He was gazing at her as if she were the most precious thing on Earth and she could almost believe it.
“I’ve pictured you like this,” he told her. “No, not exactly like this. My imagination never came up with anything as wonderful as you are right now.”
Her breath caught in her throat. No words would come, at least words he would want to hear, so she bit her tongue and smiled.
He took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand before he joined her on the bed. His weight on the mattress sent her rolling toward him and she wrapped her arms around him. He stretched out beside her, the heat from his body warming her through and through. When he leaned over to suckle at her breast, she suddenly sat up.
How could she have forgotten the most important thing of all? “Wait a minute.”
He frowned. “What?”