" He pulled away, and I braced for him to turn from Dr. Jekyll to Dickhole Hyde. Instead, his fingers tenderly combed through my hair before he gently cupped my cheeks. “I’m not saying I’m not an asshole, but what I did was for you. I don’t give a damn about the rules—I’d fuck you bent over the Dean’s desk if I could.” At his blunt words and the visual they conjured, I had to lock my knees to keep from literally swooning into him. My panties could fix a California drought. "