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Sighing and wishing I could crawl into his car after all, I made my way back to my dorm and let myself in.
And of all the rotten luck, Clea wasn’t even there.
I frowned and dropped into my bed, instantly regretting not going home with Owen.
I sent him a text to tell him so.
Me: Aaand she’s not even here.
Professor Harlo: I’m turning around.
Ugh, I wanted that so bad.
Me: Don’t. I really need to talk to her.
Professor Harlo: It can wait until tomorrow.
Me: Stop being so tempting.
Professor Harlo: I’m here.
I groaned out loud to the empty room, wanting both things so badly. But Clea wasn’t here, so maybe I should just go with him?
I grabbed a shrug and slipped it on before sliding my feet into some slippers, then I pounded down the stairs with a compromise in mind.
He was idling in front of my building, music blaring through his window as he stared across the street at the house that was obviously in the midst of an epic party.
I knocked on the window and he jumped, then cranked down the music to a soft purr in the background.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said as he lowered the window. “Twenty minutes. In the car, over in that parking lot over there. Then you bring me home, or I’m walking.”
He frowned, grumbling to himself about stubborn women, but leaned over and popped the passenger door.
I looked around, making sure nobody was watching before I went around the car and climbed in.
As soon as I was in and buckled, he zoomed off, making me shriek as I got sucked back into the seat.
“I agree with one of your terms,” he said, driving like a madman through the light traffic on the road. “I’ll bring you home when we’re done.”
“Owen Harlo,” I barked out, pressing my hands against the dash as the loss of control sent me spiraling.
He gave me a vicious grin that was so unlike him, but it made my heart pound, and not in a bad way.
We sped out of town like the devil was chasing us and didn’t slow down until we passed the border into Alabama. We took a random dirt road that wrapped around some trees that led to a power transformer and tower hiding in the brush.
He slammed the car into park in the middle of the dirt road and reached down, sliding back his seat as far as it would go.
“Get in my lap,” he growled.
I licked my lips and wiggled down my leggings until I was in nothing but my t-shirt, shrug and panties and climbing into his lap like a good girl.
He gripped my thighs, settling me over him with my knees jammed into the center console and the door panel on either side of him. The moment his fingers brushed against my panty-clad center, I forgot all the discomfort and moaned for more. I dropped my face to his and took his mouth in a burning kiss.
He stroked me like that, sinking his tongue into my mouth as heat flared all over my skin, licking up my chest and cheeks until I felt too hot.
I panted like a dog as his fingers slipped past the burier of my panties and slicked through my folds, sparking each of the nerve endings in my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, the pleasure almost painfully delicious.
