I hate you, I love you by Elizabeth Hayley *Release*

 

enemies-to-lovers romance 

What happens when two professors battle it out for a prestigious award?

PURCHASE: http://www.randomhousebooks.com/books/567395/ 

Excerpt:

An hour or so later, Sebastian stood and packed up his things. She knew he had a class in about twenty minutes, and even though it was only upstairs, he always arrived early. He gave her a slight nod on his way out, which Naomi returned.

As soon as he left their office, Naomi let her head fall to her desk and her leg began jiggling again. “Fuck this,” she mumbled before she leapt up and strode after him.

She caught up to him quickly and pulled him into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind her. 

He’d offered a small grunt of protest when she’d steered him toward the room, but he didn’t say anything else until she closed the door. “Well, this is...alarming.”

She chuckled despite herself. “Shut up. I need to talk to you.”

“And you needed to kidnap me to accomplish that task?”

“You’re so dramatic,” she scolded.

His lips twitched again, but he gave nothing else away. 

Naomi took a deep breath. “You kissed me.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t feel like it was a one-sided act. Nor was it the first time it has occurred.”

No, it wasn’t. But it felt different in some way. The kiss after Lit Day had been arousing, and the words that had followed had held promise. But then so much had happened that they’d never revisited their feelings for one another. They’d never expounded upon the simple words they’d breathed against one another’s lips. And now, Naomi needed those words. She needed some reassurance that they were on the same page, even if they were at opposite ends of it. Exasperated, she fisted her hands at her sides. “I know. But I want to…talk about it.” 

“Why talk when we can reenact?” he said as he set down his messenger bag and took a step toward her, crowding her against a wall.

“That is a…a very good point. We could…do that. But talking maybe…too…at some point. Later.” Christ, she sounded like a moron. Her body warred with her brain, and she was pretty sure the latter didn’t stand a chance.

Sebastian moved even closer, settling his hand on her hip. “I think I short-circuited you. That kiss is all you’ve been able to think about, isn’t it?”

“You’re very smug.”

“I’m also very right.” And with that, he pulled her the rest of the way to him and brushed his lips over hers.

The fireworks were back. The sizzle and crackle that flowed between them ignited like a vibrant display of energy. Naomi’s hands gripped his shoulders as he took control of the kiss, deepening it so that she was nearly bent backward. 

He almost literally swept her off her feet, and there wasn’t a damned thing she wanted to change about it. 

Eventually he pulled back and looked down at her with a smile. He placed one more kiss on her mouth before stepping back. 

She felt immediately bereft.

He was still smiling when he picked up his bag. “I think we both already know where this is heading. Probably have for a while. To deny that we’re attracted to one another would be a blatant lie, and I’m not really up to lying to myself anymore. So let’s just…see where it goes. Not make any promises or put any restrictions on it, but instead just let it be and see what it becomes.”

That seemed like a difficult task to Naomi. This wasn’t some random attraction to a guy she met at a bar. This was an inferno of feelings for a man who she’d had strong feelings about from the beginning, even if they hadn’t always been positive. But Naomi had a strong suspicion that Fantasy Sebastian might live within real Sebastian—that he’d maybe be even better, and she didn’t just mean in the bedroom. That possibility was too tempting to ignore. “Yeah, we can do that.”

The smile he flashed her was breathtaking. “Good.” He approached her again. “I have to get to class,” he said before giving her a peck on the lips. “But I’ll see you later?”

She definitely hoped to see him later. Preferably naked. “Absolutely.”