Free Lost in Light by Kat Kingsley Page B

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    We walked in comfortable silence out into the cool night air, the feel of it against my skin a stark contrast to the heat Professor Davis had inspired within me, causing me to shiver and huddle closer to him, seeking his warmth. Only a handful of cars were still in the parking lot beside my Jeep and a black motorcycle parked a couple spots away. Professor Davis fished his keys out of his pocket as he came to a halt beside the bike.
    “Nice bike.”
    I eyed the low slung, matte black motorcycle appreciatively. It somehow looked sexy and menacing at the same time, which I supposed was rather appropriate considering its owner. Adjusting his messenger bag so that it lay diagonally across his body, he picked up a plain black helmet from the back of the bike.
    “Thanks,” he replied with genuine pleasure, flashing me a rare smile devoid of teasing undertones.
    “But I thought all tough guys rode Harleys,” I quipped with a playful grin.
    Swinging his leg over the seat to straddle the bike, a sight that made me almost swoon, he paused with his helmet in his hands resting on the gas tank and replied smoothly, “I don’t feel the need to play dress up on Sundays, Miss Parker.”
    I wasn’t sure what to make of his comment, but I felt the conviction in his words and nodded mutely in reply. With practiced ease he brought the bike instantly rumbling to life, the sound reverberating through my bones and down into the pit of my stomach. Unbidden images of me straddling him on the bike, the vibrations rippling through us both while he attacked my neck and breasts with his lips rose in my mind, drawing a rush of heat into my cheeks. Smiling at me he opened the visor on his helmet before sliding it on over his head.
    “Go home, Rachel. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, his words muffled by his helmet and the rumble of the bike, his eyes crinkling at the corners with this smile.
    Touching my fingers to my temple in a mock salute I said, “Yes, Sir!” blushing when he arched his brow at me, his eyes suddenly alight with renewed heat.
    He waited until I had gotten into my Jeep and started the engine before snapping down the visor and pulling out of the parking lot. I watched him disappear down the street, recalling the sensation of his hand on my backside and his lips on my throat. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I eased out of the parking spot and began the short drive home.
    I fired up my laptop as soon as I got home, my fingers shaking with nervous excitement and the remaining adrenaline buzzing in my veins. I growled several colorful obscenities under my breath targeted at the cable company as my homepage seemed to take an eternity to load.
    My heart fluttered when I saw an email sitting in my inbox from Matt Davis. Opening it I couldn’t help the wry smile that curved my lips. His email contained only three words. “Go to bed!” Snorting and rolling my eyes I shut down my computer and stood up from my desk. Changing into my sleep shorts and a tank top I climbed into bed, smiling sleepily as Ansel curled up beside me.

Chapter Six
    I stretched languidly in bed, my muscles loose and liquid. Yawning and cracking my eyes open I found my room still filled with the gloom of early morning. Glancing at the bedside table my alarm echoed the fact that it was still early enough to roll over, bury my head under the pillows, and go back to sleep. Sliding deeper into the covers, my shorts rubbed against my still sore butt and I remembered the events of the evening before. Smiling sleepily, I recalled his email, sounding so commanding even through those three simple words. I sank deep into the pillows and then bolted upright.
    His email!
    Throwing back the covers earned me a disgruntled meow from Ansel. Ignoring his plaintive cry I bounded out of bed and over to my computer. Cursing and growling at my computer, internet connection, and anything else remotely tech related I waited for it to boot up and my email to load. Several