“You can only get away with saying smooches so many times.”
“Just trying to gauge where the line is.”
“That’s what you do, like, all the time, isn’t it?”
He surely knows I’m referring to his mischievous behavior because he arches his eyebrows. “I’ve been good this week.”
He’s not wrong.
“Since we started messing around, you have been,” I observe. “Maybe you just need to make sure to get off a couple of times a day, and then you’re not so bad.”
“Not so badsupposed to be a compliment?”
“I didn’t think a guy like you needed any of those.”
“Guess you don’t know me as well as you think because I love a compliment. And I think I know how to get one from you.”
He leans in, moving slowly, and as much as I want another kiss, I sneak a look at the clock on my nightstand. “We’ve got ten minutes before we have to be out of here.” Ryan groans before I add, “We need to get through this routine once more before TaskFrat. Then we’ll call it for the night.”
He leans back, his gaze wandering before he turns a mischievous glance my way. “Or we could sneak in a quick jerk-off session?”
“Is that all you ever think about?” I ask, though his inquiry makes my dick a little twitchy. “If we only ever fuck around, then you won’t learn any tango moves and I won’t get any practice.”
He sighs. “No fun, but sure.” He offers a quick peck before we get back up, finding our rhythm and completing the half-turn, two ochos, before we stop again.
“There we go,” I say. “We actually made it through a tinycircle around my room.”
“I think I deserve a smooch for that.”
I laugh and offer a quick kiss, which apparently isn’t enough for him, since he grabs the back of my head, keeping me close, and my lips surrender to him. We release each other’s hands, and his settles on my waist, navigating around the chest plate to my back. His tongue sweeps across mine in that expert way he has—in that way that makes me forget about everything, even what the hell we were doing.
He squats down, hooking his arms around my thighs, lifting me before setting me on the bed. That’s a first, and it’s hot as hell. A jolt of excitement sweeps through me before there’s a knock at the door.
“You guys about ready?” Ty asks.
“We’ll be out in a minute!” Ryan calls before kissing me again.
“We need to get going, like, now.”
Ryan grunts into my mouth, then asks, “You feel like we’ve had enough practice for when you see Gisele tonight?”
The plan is to meet her at afters for another session. And though I’m not excited about it, he’s right that I need the practice if I’m ever gonna stand a chance with a girl like Angie.
“We might be starting to get a little too much practice,” I tease.
“No such thing. But if you’re real good with Gisele later, maybe I can offer you this as a reward.”
“Oh, now your kiss is so good, you’re offering it as a reward?”
He nods, full of all the cockiness that makes him Ryan Lorde.
“Perfect,” I say. “In the meantime, I guess I should add our names to that whiteboard.”
“Whiteboard?”
“Nothing,” I say. “It’s an Alpha Theta Mu inside joke.” Which seems real fucking apt right about now.
He laughs. “Dork.”
