Free Fixed Up by Maddie Jane

Gently. Testing the water. Then with increasing pressure as she yielded to him and responded in kind. Her lips soft, yet insistent as they met his.
    She shuddered and his heart thumped an erratic beat as he pulled her hard against him, wrapping his arms around her slim waist to hold her tight in his embrace. He lifted her, adjusting her small, perfect form to his large frame till she melded into him, her soft curves pressed against him. Her arms reached to wind around his neck, her fingers in his hair as she pulled his head towards her. She gave herself to him in a passionate and intoxicating kiss.
    He was on fire.
    Lips crushed against lips, demanding and heady. His hands explored her slender back, moving to stroke up and down her spine. Heated sensation after heated sensation burned through him, and he couldn’t get enough. He buried his face into her delicate neck, revelling in the tiny whimper of sound she made as his breath whispered across satiny skin. She melted into his touch when he found a sensitive spot at the base of her throat, tasting her, breathing her in, before trailing up her neck to explore her mouth again, seducing with his tongue.
    The crash of the door behind them and a startled ‘woops’ jolted him back to reality. The door slammed shut again, but the moment was gone. Harper ripped her mouth away and shoved him back so hard he’d have toppled over if he hadn’t grabbed hold of the bench.
    â€˜Crap, crap, crap,’ she said. Her eyes filled with panic, followed by an icy fury. She glared up at him, swiping her hands desperately at her swollen mouth as if she could remove all evidence of his branding kisses. Then she turned, smoothing her hair and her clothes and pushed back into the classroom.

Chapter 7
    How could she have been so brainless? So unprofessional. So … so obvious. She’d completely lost the plot and now one of her students had seen her kissing Luke. Or maybe Mr Thompson had dropped by to see her as he occasionally did after class. Surreptitiously checking up on her. Harper rushed through the classroom to look down the corridor. Empty.
    She pressed her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes with a moan. Resisted the urge to bang her head on the doorframe to smash some sense into it. Too late for that. The damage was done and now she had to fix it. Or at least deal with the fall out.
    She sensed Luke behind her. ‘This is a disaster,’ she said blasting the polar chill of her anger on him.
    â€˜It’s a kiss, Harper, not a world crisis.’
    â€˜It might just be a kiss to you, but it’s a total professional disaster to me. It makes me look ridiculous.’
    â€˜Who saw us? I’ll ask them not to say anything. I’ll sort it.’
    â€˜I didn’t see anyone. They legged it down the corridor. God, this is a nightmare.’ Harper felt sick. She pressed her hand to her mouth. Don’t puke in front of Luke.
    â€˜It’s embarrassing, I agree. But it’s not the end of the world—’
    Harper cut him off. ‘It should never have happened. What was I thinking? I’m so stupid. You have to leave now and you can’t come back tomorrow.’
    Luke reached out towards her, his handsome face full of concern. ‘Really? If that’s how you want to play it, I won’t come tomorrow. But I’d rather be here. If anyone says anything, I’ll knock it on the head. It’ll all be forgotten by the weekend.’
    â€˜Choice gossip fodder like this? I doubt it.’ Harper dropped her head into her hands with a moan. ‘Crap, crap, crap.’
    Luke placed his hand on her shoulder, offering comfort she so wanted to take, but she shook him off. ‘Don’t touch me. You’ve done enough damage already.’
    â€˜I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘That we got busted, I mean. Not for the kiss—that was hot.’
    God, Luke’s kiss was hot, some part of her mind thought. The same