I count to ten in my head to calm down. Only then do I lean in and bite her earlobe—hard enough to excite her, but with just enough pain to make my point.
“Careful,” I whisper slowly, and she lets out a shaky breath.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she shoots back, reckless.
“Say that again in thirty minutes. I’m not going to go easy on you, Lilly.”
“In thirty minutes, I’ll be home.”
“In thirty minutes, you’ll be naked while I fuck you hard. I’m going to bend you over and fuck you so deep you’ll feel me inside you for days.”
She’s breathing hard but doesn’t look away.
We’re burning for each other, and I can see the truth of that on her face.
“Let’s go, baby,” I order and ask all at once.
Her cheeks are pink, and the skin on her back is blazing hot.
I think I’ve finally won this round—until I see that same blond prick from campus approaching.
“Lilly.”
To my irritation, she pulls out of my arms and turns to the smiling asshole. “Ben! How are you? I didn’t see you earlier!”
He grins like she just asked him to marry her. Idiot.
“Hi . . .Amos, right?” he says to me, but he can’t hide the way he’s staring at my woman.
Jealousy flares hot inside me, but it only takes me a second to recover. I pull her back into my arms, gripping her waist. “We’re leaving, Benjamin. Say goodbye, Lilly.”
“Actually, Amos just got here, Ben. Maybe we’ll dance a little, since my boyfriend is probably tired from his trip. Right, babe?”
She’s testing my limits—and I need to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret.
“No, baby. I’m full of energy. I’m not planning on sleeping tonight. Let’s go.”
Yeah, that was about as subtle as a freight train, and I wouldn’t normally say shit like that in public. But Lilly’s been pushing me since the second we saw each other.
She shivers, then gives in, even though she looks like she’s about to bite me, her cheeks burning red. “Of course. Let’s go. Ben, it was nice seeing you.”
“I’ll call you this week,” the bastard adds right before I start dragging her away by the hand.
I head toward the exit, but she tugs me toward what looks like a bathroom.
Some people watch us, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’d follow her to hell if I had to.
She walks in ahead of me, and I lock the door behind us.
“What the hell are you thinking—wanting to stay in this house? You told me you didn’t feel safe here.”
“And I don’t. But I don’t need a protector. I gave you everything—and a few days apart and it’s like none of it mattered. You treated me like I was nothing. You broke up with me over the phone.”
“I didn’t break up with you. I was an asshole, I admit it, but we are not over. You are mine.”
“You think that’s how it works? That you can just snap your fingers and I’ll come running?”
