"I mean it this time."
"You said that last time, too."
His thumb traces circles on my palm. "Study room. Two minutes."
Then he's gone, slipping through the crowd like he's not six-foot-four and impossible to miss.
I wait approximately ninety seconds before following him.
Pathetic.
The study room is dark when I slip inside, but then hands are on my hips and lips are on my neck, and I stop caring about anything else.
"Took you long enough," Gavin breathes against my skin.
"Didn't want to be obvious."
"Doc, everyone watched you follow me."
"Shut up and kiss me."
He does.
It's not soft this time. It's desperate and hungry and a little frantic, the kind of kiss that saysI can't believe I get to keep you. My back hits the desk, and then Gavin is lifting me onto it, stepping between my legs, and I wrap myself around him like I'm trying to climb inside his skin.
"Gavin—"
"I've got you."
His hands are everywhere. Under my shirt, down my sides, gripping my thighs. I'm pulling at his clothes, trying to get closer, always closer.
"Did you—" I gasp as his mouth finds that spot below my ear. "Please tell me you have?—"
He pulls a small bottle from his pocket with a grin.
"Of course you do." I can't decide if I'm exasperated or grateful. Both. Definitely both.
And then there's no more talking, just gasping and groaning and trying to stay quiet as Gavin bends me over the desk. His chest is hot against my back, his breath ragged in my ear, and every thrust sends sparks up my spine.
"Fuck, Doc?—"
"Don't stop, don't you dare?—"
We're not quiet. We're absolutely not quiet. But I can't bring myself to care, not with Gavin's hand wrapped around me, not with the pressure building and building and?—
BANG BANG BANG
"We get it! Y’all love each other! Now pipe down, Romeo and Romeo!"
Ian's voice echoes through the door.
Gavin's forehead drops to my shoulder, his whole body shaking with laughter.
"Oh my God," I wheeze.
"Ignore him," Gavin manages, still laughing. "He's just jealous."
"I can hear you!”
