How had Killian known we’d be working on it today?
Damned Davenports probably had the inside scoop on everything. No wonder Killian had straight A’s, and I’d never seen him so much as crack open a book. My former best friend had always been smart, but he’d never applied himself. He’d never really cared to.
I forced my attention back to the lecture, doing my best to get Killian out of my head. But despite my best efforts, his proximity was doing dangerous things to my body. His forearm rested on the desk, that creepy tattoo curling up the inside of his arm, and still, I couldn’t resist the urge to touch it. To run my finger, or my tongue, across the dagger and freaky serpent.
Goddammit, what was wrong with me?
Tearing my gaze away from him, I concentrated on Professor Kennedy’s words. They all blurred in the background, drowned out by my quickening pulse. Killian stretched out his leg, and his foot brushed my calf.
I froze.
When had he taken his shoes off?
His soft sock breezed up my leg as he ever so casually moved to cross it over his knee, before settling on my thigh. His toes inched closer, dangerously close to the hem of my tight sweater dress. Warmth pooled in my traitorous pussy. I didn’t dare glance over at him, because I knew exactly what I’d see. I could already feel the smirk spreading across that perfect mouth.
Shooing away my lusty vixen, I smacked his foot off.
His dark chuckle raised the hair on the back of my neck. Asshole. I turned my body away from him and opened my textbook, forcing my eyes to the page.
After the quick lecture, the professor moved off stage, and a thick silence stretched between us as the rest of the room erupted into conversations. Killian’s heavy gaze was on me, but I refused to meet it. With the earlier encounter with Micahlingering in my thoughts, I hadn’t had a chance to focus on the awkwardness between us.
Not anymore. Now, fiery heat surged below my belly button.
I squeezed my eyes shut, banishing the steamy memories. But all I saw was Killian. Those emerald green eyes, the intensity in that piercing stare as he licked my arousal from his fingers. Damn, it had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. No one had ever done that before.
I hazarded a quick glance from my peripheral and caught the heavy rise and fall of Killian’s chest. His hand snaked out, wrapped around my thigh and hauled me closer. A high-pitched squeal burst from my lips as I hit the edge of my chair.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“You need a better angle to see my screen, Red. Relax.” He tilted his laptop toward me, a feral grin curling the corners of his lips. Based on the hungry look in his eyes, I knew I wasn’t the only one affected. “I think we should go here.” He pointed at an image of a gorgeous tropical getaway with white sand beaches and over-the-water bungalows sitting in crystal blue seas.
“No way I can afford that,” I gritted out.
He cocked a dark brow. “I’m sure we can find a way for you to pay me back.” His hand slipped up my thigh, and the breath caught in my throat.
CHAPTER 25
MINE TO TORTURE
Killian
Crimson blossomed over Lexi’s flesh, crawling up her throat and into her cheeks. I didn’t even try to mask my smirk. Hatred shone from her searing blue eyes, but she couldn’t hide the lust roiling beneath that repulsion.
I leaned forward, brushing my lips over her ear. “Have you ever gotten dirty in the middle of class, Red?” My hand skated farther up her thigh, my finger slipping beneath the hem of her dress. “If you’re quiet, I’ll let you come.”
As she shoved me out from under her dress with a death glare, tremors raced through her body.
“I’m not going to be your whore just so you’ll pay my travel expenses.” She raked a shaky hand through her auburn locks. “Besides, don’t you hate me? Shouldn’t the idea of sleeping with me make you sick?”
“I do hate you.” And the thought of fucking hershouldmake me queasy. But it didn’t. In fact, burying my cock in Lexi’s warm pussy had consumed my thoughts for weeks, even beforeI discovered she was my mystery girl from the party. Not that she needed to know that. “I wish you never came to Stonewall University.”
Her plump mouth pulled into a frown. “Then why are you doing this? Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
Leaving her alone wasn’t an option now. Bass had her in his crosshairs, Micah as his weapon.
Why did I even care? I shouldn’t care about Lexi.
But I fucking did.
