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She shivered against me, and I felt it everywhere. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe.” I pulled back just enough to look at her flushed face, her eyes dark with want and her lips parted. “But you like it.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

I kissed her then, because I couldn’tnotkiss her when she looked at me like that. The kiss was soft at first, tasting her, relearning the shape of her mouth like I hadn’t kissed her a dozen times already. She melted into me immediately,her hands fisting in the front of my shirt, pulling me closer.

The thing about kissing Ava was it never felt like enough. Every kiss made me want more—more of her taste, more of her sounds, more of the way she pressed her body against mine like she was trying to crawl inside me. I’d kissed a lot of girls in my life. None of them had ever made me feel like I was drowning and coming up for air at the same time.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she made a small sound in the back of her throat.

I pulled back immediately. “Ah-ah. What did I say?”

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed. “That was barely a sound.”

“Still counts.” I traced my thumb across her lower lip, swollen and wet from my mouth. “You want to try again? Or do you want to give up already?”

Fire sparked in her gaze. There she was—the competitive streak she usually kept hidden under all that careful control. She claimed she didn’t have a competitive bone in her body, but that wasn’t quite true. It might not be as fierce as mine and Drew’s, but she definitely had it in her. “I don’t give up.”

“Then prove it.”

I kissed her again, harder this time, more demanding. My hands found her waist, then slid lower to grip her hips, pulling her flush against me so she could feel exactly what she did to me. She gasped into my mouth but swallowed the sound before it could escape.

Good girl.

I didn’t say it out loud, but I thought it, and something about that made me even harder.

My fingers found the hem of her shirt, slippingunderneath to trace the soft skin of her stomach. She shivered but stayed silent, her hands moving from my shirt to my shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric. I kissed down her jaw, her neck, that spot below her ear that always made her squirm.

“Liam.” My name was barely a breath against my hair.

“Shh.” I nipped at her pulse point. “Quiet, remember?”

She nodded frantically, and I rewarded her by sliding my hand higher, cupping her breast through her bra. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip so hard I thought she might draw blood.

Christ, she was going to kill me. The sight of her trying so desperately to stay silent, every reaction playing across her face because she couldn’t let it out through her voice—it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Especially when I’d just gotten started.

I wanted more. Needed more.

I reached for the button of her jeans, pausing with my fingers on the metal. “Yes?”

She nodded again, her chest heaving.

“Words, Aves. I need words.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, yes.”

I undid her jeans and slipped my hand inside, finding her already soaked through her underwear. The discovery made me groan before I could stop myself, and she shot me a look that was half reproach, half smug satisfaction. Fuck, I loved how wet and ready she always was for me.

“Now who needs to be quiet?” she breathed.

“Touché.” I stroked her through the damp cotton, watching her face contort with the effort of staying silent. “But I’m not the one being tested right now.”

I pushed her underwear aside and sank two fingers into her wet heat. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, her innerwalls clenching around me like a vise. I pumped slowly, curling my fingers to hit that spot I’d memorized weeks ago, the one that made her lose her mind.

She grabbed my wrist—not to stop me, but to hold on. Her other hand was clamped over her own mouth now, muffling the whimpers she couldn’t quite suppress.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured against her ear. “So fucking wet for me. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Sitting in class, pretending to take notes, when really you were thinking about my hands on you. My mouth on you. My cock inside you.”