A low, guttural groan pierces through the air. The door creaks, and I freeze, snapping my gaze forward.
Alex.
He stands in the doorway, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Hastily, I cover myself, using my forearms as a shield. His jersey clings to his torso, soaked. His eyes move slowly.
Then lower.
Until they catch on the curve of my breast, my very naked breast. The soft skin of my stomach. The tattoo inked across my ribs.
Neither of us speak. We only stare at each other, me with wide eyes and him… he stares like he hates me. Eyes hooded and seemingly darker than usual, lips slightly parted. He wets them, and I can’t help but follow the trail of his tongue.
Alex steps in and closes the door behind him. I stumble backward over my duffel to keep the distance between us. It’s futile in a space this small, even more so when heavy-duty shelves are taking up most of the footage.
I can hear his ragged breathing. It hits loud, too loud. Or maybe it just feels that way because every sense in my body is suddenly hypersensitive. I smell his scent—sweat and expensive cologne—feel him even though he hasn’t touched me. Notice the vein that protrudes along his neck toward his jawline.
Then he reaches out to touch my wrist. I slap his hand away, momentarily exposing myself in the process. He tries again, and this time he succeeds. Alex grips both wrists, pinning them high above my head with my back against the shelves.
He’s taller, just over six feet, but with him this close, this imposing, he feels bigger. His breath is hot, but minty, and it causes my lashes to flutter. A lump lodges in my throat, and I swallow it down.
He leans in, his mouth dangerously close to mine. I squirm to get out of his grasp, my breasts swaying and brushing against the wet knitted material of his top.
“Mmm,” he moans. “You think you can just show up at my school, mess up everything, exist here like nothing matters?”
His voice is low.
I grunt, trying again to wiggle from his hold. I lift my knee to shove him, but he catches it. One hand grabs the back of my thigh, hitching my leg around his hip. He presses into me, the thick bulge forming in his pants unavoidable.
I squirm to break free, but not enough. I never permitted him to touch me like this, but I also don’t say stop.
I should.
I need to.
But Idon’t.
“You make me fucking insane.”
I whimper at that, my own breathing growing increasingly out of control.
“You get under my skin, and it kills me.” He leans back, his eyes roaming over me as he licks his lips again. Suddenly, the pad of his thumb is on my exposed nipple, strumming it slowly. My back buckles from the contact, and a gasp slips past my lips. But it’s when he leans down and suckles it into his mouth that I fall apart.
I bite back the moan, not wanting him to see how much he’s affecting me. Heat slicks across my skin, my pussy throbbing like it’s desperate to be touched.
He kneads my breast before flicking his tongue over my swollen bud. The sensation alone has me writhing against him. Alex switches his focus to the other breast, using the free hand to show it the same amount of attention.
His dick is hard against my stomach despite the thick uniform pants and my jeans. I find myself wanting to touch, wanting to know if the rumors are true.
When he pulls back and our eyes meet, there’s something there. Something wicked and greedy.
“Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”
I don’t answer, I can’t. I don’t know why I don’t stop him, why I don’t use my words. He’s bound my hands, locked me in place with his body, but my mouth is free. All it would take is for me to do just that. To tell him to get his filthy hands off of me.
It’s that simple. Only the words never come.
Maybe it’s because of the way he’s looking at me, something in his gaze telling me that he needs this. Maybe I don’t stop him because, deep down, I need this, too.
I need to bury myself in something that feels good to take theedge off, even when I know it’s a mistake, even when I’m sure to regret it in the morning. Even though he’ll have won, and I’ll be just another notch on his belt.
