You did get that, right?
I try not to focus on her nonchalance. I rest my hand on her waist and walk her back until her shoulders meet the brick wall. Pink rises in both her cheeks at once—somewhere between startled and something better.
I put both palms flat on the wall beside her head. Leaning down, I hold her gaze. “So, who was that hand for earlier? You want to sleep with someone in that class?”
She arches a brow. “Is that on the test?”
“It’s on my test.”
“It was for the cute blonde guy,” she teases.
I spear the inside of my mouth with my tongue to stop from sneering. “Don’t mess with me.”
“Why? Will you fail him?”
“Fail him. Break his hands. The usual stuff.”
She giggles softly. “Don’t I deserve something more creative than theusual stuff?”
I smile. Fuck, she’s cute. “Creative? I’ll rearrange his face. Make it a real Picasso for you.” Speaking of faces I want to rearrange…Jax. My voice comes out deeper and rougher than intended as I say, “Where are you going with Jax tonight?”
Her lips part. Her chest rises and falls. My eyes drop to her mouth. When she licks her lower lip, I have to look away, or I swear I’ll run my tongue along that plump lip before I can stop myself, and no way is that appropriate.
“We’re just friends,” she finally says, “going for a drink.”
I smirk. “He doesn’t want to bejustfriends.”
"And why does that matter to you? You had a girlfriend until last night.” She is breathing hard, her voice holding a challenge, a playful edge.
My lips touch her ear. “It matters, Blesk. I can feel it in my chest. How much it matters.”
A thick silence fills the space between us, and it’s anything but comfortable. My heart is racing. Her pulse is fluttering in her neck.
This space between us—sucks. I wish there were no space between us at all. I wish I could feel her breasts against my chest. I wish my lips were on hers. Wish I could taste her tongue. I’m only inches away from her, but those inches are the difference between me and her—andus.
What is she thinking?
Does she want me to kiss her?
Her hands are flat against the wall by her thighs, fingers flexing and unflexing against the bricks. Her cheeks are pink, the skin on her throat prickles, and before I can stop myself, I’m pressing my mouth to her neck. Warm. Blesk. I feel her heart’s rhythm against my lips, a moan vibrating in her throat, her body pressing into me... In. To. Me.Fuck.My head gets dizzy as my blood finds a more commanding place to reside. She is just as responsive to me as I am to her and that’s not something that justhappens. The kind of thing that makes me think some shit isn't random.
I force myself away from her. “Fuck.”
Neither of us moves.
I clear my throat and check the empty courtyard. “Don’t go tonight. I’m insanely jealous. Hang out with me instead.”
She exhales. Her hands release the bricks. “Okay.”
“Really?”
She giggles once. “Yes. Really.”
I mentally fist pump the air. “Alright.” I drag a hand through my hair and nod towards the door. “Go in first. I, ah—” I clear my throat. “Need a minute.”
Her tongue darts out as she giggles, and I glance away because that tongue is not helping my semi. She walks inside. I wait for the blood to return to my brain.
I stride into class.
