Strange Academy (Hot Paranormal Romance) by Teresa Wilde

turned his head to establish the position of his hand. How had it gotten inside her bra? His stomach clenched.
    Sadie panted beneath him. Her head fell back over the muscle of his arm. Her shirt was open to the last button, revealing curvy breasts and a black lace bra. With his hand still inside it. Quick breaths made her breasts throb under his fingers. He slowly withdrew his hand, the act giving him almost physical pain. A mewling noise came out of her.
    “Remember, Gray. For both of us.”
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    Five minutes later, Gray watched Sadie’s eyelids burst open. She threw off the blanket he’d covered her with and leaped from the couch. She charged at him, homicide flashing in her dark eyes.
    “Gray.” She growled low in her throat.
    Gray frowned. Why hadn’t he stayed in the basement with the werewolf? “Yes?”
    She seemed to lose track of what she’d been about to say when she got a good look at him. “Why do you have a cut on your cheek?”
    Because you hit me with your shoe , he managed not to say.
    “Never mind. I don’t care. I am so mad at you.” She punctuated her words by poking his chest.
    “I can see that. Why?”
    “Because—” Her sharp chin jutted up at him. Her breath smelled like a mix of the grassy lykoktonon and the peachy memory potion, but what if his spell hadn’t worked? What if she realized she was pissed off at him for knocking her unconscious?
    “Because...” She faltered. Her eyebrows pinched as she searched her mind for events no longer there. She looked down at her bare feet. “Where are my shoes?”
    He let out his trapped breath. “This is the thanks I get for helping you. You fainted in the lobby. I carried you up here.”
    Even though her pink lips were a tight bow, he burned to grab her and kiss her stupid.
    Well, of course he did. Their kiss still scorched the blood in his veins. Anger flooded him. “Dammit. Now I get it.”
    She thrust a hip in his direction. A sexy but devious hip. “Now you get what?”
    “How underhanded you really are.” It was a miracle he’d gotten the words out past his gritted teeth.
    She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot on the floor for an explanation.
    “‘Remember for both of us.’” Like an idiot, he’d fallen for her plan. “I’ll be thinking about it. You won’t. You set me up.”
    “Thinking about what?” she practically yelled.
    “‘Nothing to lose. I’m at your mercy.’” He turned to leave. He had to get away before he lost his temper. “Be careful, Sadie Strange. It’s dangerous to toy with me.”
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    “‘It’s dangerous to toy with me.’” Sadie mimicked Gray’s lordly tone with a sneer. “You might cut yourself on my pointy Roman nose.” She popped her plugged ears. Her mouth tasted like peaches and some herb or something. Weird.
    Her anger boiled. She was angrier with Lorde Gray than she’d ever been at anyone. Except Fabian. And herself. Because despite his attempt at sabotaging her classroom authority—okay, successful attempt—she was hot for him. Oddly, ridiculously aroused. Moisture pooled in her panties.
    What kind of person wanted someone who hated her? One who hated herself. Someone who thought she didn’t deserve a nice man. A masochist who sought out aggressive men.
    She marched into Pippa’s kitchen, wrenched off her pantyhose and threw her moist panties in the garbage. She was so hot for him and he hadn’t even touched her. The metal lid of the trashcan came down with a purposeful clang.
    Odd, she thought in sudden distraction. Hadn’t the cardboard box from Pippa been over by the avocado-colored stove last night? Now it was here by the cookie jar. Her stomach clenched.
    She pushed aside the obvious suspicion. The only person who had been in her apartment besides herself had been Gray. If he was afraid of what was in the box, he could have just taken it. Same for anyone who broke in. She must have moved it absentmindedly.
    Or