Page 80 of Illicit Education

Cabot Reed’s car smelled like him.

Power.

Sex.

Danger.

I settled back into the leather seat, breathing him in.

He climbed in on the other side and I rolled my head to look at him. “You should bottle it.”

Eyebrows raised, he said, “What?”

“Your cologne. Your pheromones.” I waved my hand around the car, then toward him. “Whatever it is, bottle it up.”

Reed rolled his lips as he watched me. “And if I did, would you buy it?”

I snorted. “Oh yeah.”

He leaned toward me, resting his elbow on the center console. “And what would you do with this bottle of… Cabot Reed’spheromones?” Why was it so damn sexy when he got that mocking tone in his voice?

I leaned toward him, bringing my lips within inches of his. “I’d spray it all over my sheets, Mr. Reed.”

That muscle in his jaw jumped.

I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, then I brought my eyes back up to his. “Then I’d roll in them.” I paused for effect. “Naked.”

His eyes tightened and he leaned forward.

I closed my eyes.

“Where are we headed?”

My eyes flicked open and he was back on his side of the car. I hadn’t even heard the engine start, but he was already guiding the Pumpkin King through the parking garage toward the exit.

“Hmm?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow without taking his eyes off the road. The Smirker was back.

“Park Slope,” I grumbled, glaring at the side of his head.

He ignored me. Super typical.

Hmph.

I shouldn’t have been surprised by the way Reed drove, maneuvering through the city streets at high speeds, weaving in and out of traffic like no one else existed on the road. It was so very like him to think he had the right of way even when he didn’t.

But his need for speed meant the drive was cut nearly in half.

Which meant my time with him was quickly coming to an end.

He kept his eyes on the road, only glancing at me when he needed to confirm a turn, which left me able to watch him without getting caught. Still, I tried to be as incognito as possible, stealing glances when he seemed too focused on the road to notice.

The air was thick with lust. His. Mine.Ours.

He was controlling the situation–shocker–but this thing between us was inevitable.

It was no longer a matter of if, but when.

Everything changed the moment we kissed.