He pushed down my pants and underwear, pulling them off completely so I was bare to him from the waist down. Then he got down on his knees.
He looked up at me and kissed my clit, drawing a gasp from my lips. “God, you’re perfect.”
No one had ever made me feel as sexy as he did.
He stood up and I watched, mesmerized, as he pushed down his pants and boxer briefs and slid on a condom. Then he stepped forward and gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer until there was nothing between us but the solid press of his arousal against my core.
Another moan—louder this time—slipped out as I became dizzy with desire.
“Shh,” he warned with a wicked smile, even as his hips rocked against mine. “Someone might hear you.”
The thought of being discovered only heightened the thrill as his mouth found my neck, sucking and biting at my pulse point in the way he knew drove me wild.
“Drew, please?—”
The plea was all he needed. We both groaned as he pushed inside me, filling me completely. For a moment, we stayed perfectly still, our foreheads pressed together as we breathed each other in.
Then he began to move, and coherent thought vanished. Each thrust drove me higher, the slight roughness of the wall at my back contrasting with the silky heat where our bodies joined. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cries as he drove into me, his pace relentless.
“Look at me,” Drew commanded, his voice strained with the effort of control. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Our gazes locked, and I was struck by the burning need in his eyes. This didn’t feel like just sex. It felt like a claiming.
His fingers found my clit, and within seconds, myorgasm started rolling through me. He captured my mouth with his as pleasure overtook me, swallowing my moans as I trembled against him.
His rhythm faltered as he buried himself deep inside me, his body tensing with release. For several heartbeats, we remained locked together, breathing hard, but still kissing softly.
I didn’t know how he managed to turn a naughty quickie into a transcendent experience that made me feel closer to him than I’d ever felt to another person.
But I didn’t hate it.
Eventually, reality began to seep back in. Drew gently lowered me to my feet and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead—the sweetness of the gesture in stark contrast to our frantic coupling moments before.
We straightened our clothes and tried to make it look like we hadn’t just broken about a dozen university policies.
“Worth the risk?” he asked, voice still a little rougher than normal.
“Definitely,” I replied, unable to keep the smile from my face as I smoothed my hair. “Though next time maybe somewhere with fewer windows.”
He laughed, pulling me close for one more kiss. “This wasn’t exactly what I planned when I came here, but I’m not mad about how things turned out.”
“And what exactly did you plan, Dumontier?” I asked, leaning into his touch as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the gesture unbearably tender after the intensity of our moment.
“Taking you on a proper date, for starters.” His eyes held mine, serious now. “Tomorrow night. You, me, and Rory. Nothing fancy, but somewhere we can be together without hiding.”
“I thought we were going to keep this low-key for now.”
He held me a little tighter. “Harper, I don’t want to keep you like some dirty little secret. I’m all in, consequences be damned. So, what do you say? Wanna go on a date with me and Rory?”
I was worried my heart might burst out of my chest as I smiled up at him. “I’d love to.”
THIRTY-SIX
“For fuck’s sake, it’s just a date,” I muttered to my reflection, running a hand through my hair for the tenth time.
But it wasn’t just a date, was it?
This wasHarper.
