Page 91 of His Reckless Freshman

I fucking hate that guy for not paying attention, for taking advantage of her vulnerability. What a fucking douchebag.

“Anyway… I, um…” She swallows, and those eyes…

Shit, they are doing me in right now.

I want to make her feel better.

I want to kiss her, distract her.

No. You told yourself no more.

Clenching my jaw, I try to look away, but something in her gaze changes… and I notice. It’s like she can read my mind or… maybe she’s been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about her.

It’s been less than a day, and it looks like we’ve both been obsessing over each other.

Don’t do it, man. You don’t want this, remember?

But I do.

Fuck, I want her so badly right now, it’s killing me.

I could make her forget every worry in the whole damn world right now.

And she wants me to.

Look at that face.

Those eyes.

They’re practically begging me.

Her lips part and she sucks in a small breath before whispering, “Please. Just one more time.”

I can’t breathe as she reaches for my hand.

My fingers curl around her delicate digits and I give them a squeeze, croaking, “Last time,” before dragging her toward my car.

I can skip my study session in the library. This is more important.

Holding the passenger door for her, I feel a buzz run through me as she slips into my car with a cute smile on her face. Those dimples are going to end me. Seriously.

Putting the car in Reverse, I have no idea where to go. I haven’t booked a hotel room. We could just show up, I guess—there’s bound to be a room available—but… my room’s free. Everyone should be at school, so the house will be empty. And it’s closer.

Against my better judgment, I head home and am so relieved when I see the clear driveway. I pull in and stop the car, checking her expression.

“This is my place. No one’s home. Are you okay if we⁠—”

“Yes.” She unclips her seat belt and bolts out of the car, her jumpy little steps adorable as we head to my front door.

As soon as we’re inside, I pull her up to my room, and it’s on.

The door clicks shut behind me and I wrap my arm around her waist, dragging her toward me. Our tongues tango in a quick rhythm that’s urgent and heady, and I soon find myself yanking her clothes off… and letting her yank off mine.

This isn’t a tutoring session.

This is something else, and I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to stop it.