A groan escaped him.
A raw, sexy fucking groan.
Son of a bitch.
As he went to pull away, I snagged his hand.
His eyes shot to mine.
And then I was shoving him up against the black marble-paneled wall inside the dorm room beside the balcony door, a grunt escaping him as my strength had him jarring hard.
He fisted my hair, cupping my face in the process.
And then our mouths clashed.
It was like the last time, a fucking ravishing. Lips, tongues, and teeth dueling.
My hands were under his T-shirt in the next second, gliding up and down his pecs, his abs, feeling all that rock-hard muscle, a thrill running through me as he undulated against my touch.
His hand in my hair tugged and stroked, his other sliding down to tease my nape.
The way he touched me… sure and raw. Carefully-controlled dominance. No treating me like I was fragile—it was mutual all the way with him.
I breathed in all the sandalwood, tasting him all over again, and fucking losing myself to it. Another sexy groan escaped him as I pushed my breasts against him. Then he was breaking the kiss and licking across the tops of them, making me cry out and throw my head back, wherein he licked and nipped at my exposed throat.
“Lovely,” I gasped, hooking my fingers in his belt.
Something shifted the moment I did.
He stilled.
And then he was pulling away entirely and moving further into his room near the bed with the steel-gray sheets and rectangular dark wood headboard. Panting, he shoved his hand through his thick hair and started shaking his head, absolutely distressed.
“Winter?”
“I can’t.”
I walked to him, but he held up his hand, discouraging my approach.
“I can’t… not again. First Zayn… now youagain… I can’t.”
“Zayn? You’re still seeing him?”
His gaze shot to mine. “Notseeing him.”
“Fine, you’re still fuck buddies, then? The night you and I hooked up when I came to this plane for Torvek’s birthday so he could spend it with Vorzyr as well, you told me he was causing you pain. That was two years ago, and you’re still fucking around with him? Well… he’s the one fucking around with you from what you told me. And hurting you.”
“That’s over now.”
“As of when?”
“Well… very recently. But it’s done. It has to be.” He took another step back from me. “So, you see why I can’t involve myself in another situation similar to that?”
“I do see it, but I’m not him. It’s different.”
“You could acknowledge our connection beyond the walls of this dorm room, then?”
I hesitated.
