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Angling my head to his ear, I leaned in, tucking the remains of his joint into his pocket. “I can think of something better to put in your mouth.”
His breath hitched, and I smiled. That was all the confirmation I needed. Sliding my fingers between his, I tugged him away from the wall, heading in the direction of the bathroom. When we reached our destination, I cut in at the front of the queue and shoved him inside, ignoring the aggrieved noises coming from the hallway as I clicked the lock into place. “Sorry for the inconvenience,” I called through the wood. “It’s a bit of an emergency.”
When I turned back to face the guy, he blinked at me. “Bit forward, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “I know what I want, and I don’t see any point in dancing around it. Let’s not waste any more time.”
“Okay. I can agree with you there.” Lowering himself to his knees, he rested his hands on my thighs, his face deliciously close to my semi-hard cock. “Are you gonna return the favour when I’m done?”
“If you’re good, I might think about it.”
The words came out on autopilot in my usual flirty tone, but what he’d said… What was it that made my cock decide to deflate rather than perk up further? I had a reasonably attractive man on his knees in front of me, and I definitely wasn’t opposed to giving a blowjob. Loved it, in fact.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” He raised his brows, eyeing my crotch. “It seems like your words are speaking louder than your actions.”
“Fuck.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, willing my dick to cooperate as I angled my hips forwards. A face appeared in my mind, but I pushed it away. I drew the line at thinking about a different person when someone was getting me off. “Too much alcohol.”
With a smirk, he unbuttoned my snug-fitting jeans. “When I get my mouth on you, that won’t be a problem.”
Tightening my grip on his hair, I leaned back against the bathroom wall, tuning out the pounding of someone’s fist on the other side. This was what I needed. A hot, willing mouth. Normality. Something that would make me forget a certain, very much off-limits man who was haunting my thoughts.
“Dude. How much have you had to drink? I don’t think this is gonna happen.”
I blinked down at the guy, realising what he’d already noticed—that my cock had gone from half-mast to completely fucking soft. This was completely unprecedented. What the fuck was happening to me?
“Sorry.” I batted his hands away, quickly buttoning my jeans. My cheeks were hot, and my heart was racing. “The drinks must’ve been stronger than I thought.”
“You don’t say.” He rolled his eyes as he followed me out of the door, muttering under his breath, his uncomplimentary words accompanied by angry noises from the people waiting in the queue. I ignored them all, pushing through the crowds, not stopping until I’d exited the house, entered number 1, and made my way up the stairs to the top floor. When I reached my room, I threw myself down on my bed with a groan.
Fuck Dr. Killian fucking Wilder, the sexy, cockblocking bastard.
I needed to forget him.
No. First, I needed to find out why he’d brought me coffee. Why he’d stalked my dance studio. Why he’d stayed.
Then, I could forget him and move on with my life.
8
Staring at my computer screen, with an uneaten sandwich wrapped in foil next to me, I rubbed at my tired eyes. The words were swimming in front of my eyes, a sure sign that I needed sleep. Taking a sip of my now-cold coffee, I grimaced. Washing the taste away with bottled water and a mint from my desk drawer, I got up, walking over to the window and staring down at the campus beneath me. From up here, watching the people below in their groups, meandering along or moving with intent, all having places to go and people to see, I wondered how it was possible that I’d reached the age of thirty and never developed any truly close relationships. Even as a student, I’d found it difficult, never experienced that bond that so many others said they developed with their peers at such a crucial time of their lives.No doubt a counsellor would tell me it was all to do with the fact that I’d spent my childhood bouncing around foster homes, never forming connections. There was never any point when I knew I’d always move on.
It was better this way. I was used to my own company.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I steeled myself. “Come in.”
Light footsteps followed the quiet creak of the door opening and closing. Gripping the windowsill, I remained where I was, unseeing.
“The coffee. What was that all about?”
I exhaled heavily. Some part of me had known it would be him. I had no answer to give. I couldn’t even explain it to myself.
“Killian.” JJ’s voice sounded right behind me. A hand slid onto my arm. “Look at me.”
Against my better judgement, I turned around, too tired to gather my defences.
He stared at me for a long moment, his gaze searching, and then he did something I wasn’t expecting. He reached up, cupping the back of my neck as his other arm wound around my shoulders, and pulled me into him. My body stiffened, my fists clenching at my sides.
“You look like you could use a hug,” he murmured against my ear. “Let yourself have this.”
