Not that he was trying to hide it. Now he was sure she liked him too, he didn’t give a shit who caught him looking at her.
Shifting in his seat, he tugged his pants away from his hardening dick. His fingers twitched and he curled them into his palm. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to drag his lips and tongue across her skin. He’d had his fair share of lovers, but none of them had ignited the primal need to have his hands on them like Cleo did.
Was she indifferent to him?
Did she have the same pulsing desperation thrumming through her core that kept his dick impossibly hard? How was she able to concentrate on their class while he was in such close proximity?
She drove him crazy. If she agreed to let him fuck her where she sat, he’d already be balls deep inside her and wouldn’t give a shit who watched.
The bell rang signaling the end of class. “Could you be any more obvious?” Her piercing eyes pinned him as she turned to face him.
He shoved his books into his bag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You burned a hole in the side of my head that whole class, Lincoln.” She tucked her belongings into her backpack before standing and wagging a finger at him. “How do you expect me to concentrate on… well… anything? When all I wanted was…” She cleared her throat and slung the bag onto her shoulder.
Maybe she did feel some of what he’d felt. He tipped her chin so their eyes met. “When all you wanted was what, Miss Bennet?”
The side of her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, and she shook her head, checking over her shoulder to see who else was lingering in the hall. “No. I’m not… nuh uh.” She turned away.
He slid her bag from her shoulder and pulled her back a half-step, so her body was flush against his, pressing his erection against her ass. She relaxed against him on a soft “Oh.”
“Please tell me I’m not suffering alone here, Lizzy.” His voice was rough and so thick with desperation, he was almost embarrassed, but the throbbing in his pants gave him no choice but to be honest.
It wouldn’t take much for him to blow his load right there, and part of him was even tempted to dry hump her just to get some relief.
She shook her head. “Definitely not suffering alone.” Her ass cheeks clenched against him. “But we’re also not doing anything about it here and now.”
“Dinner?”
“Dinner. What should I wear?”
“Jeans and flats, or yoga pants and flats, whatever’s more comfortable.”
She spun to face him, brow pinched with confusion. “Where are we going?”
“Dave and Busters.”
***
“What made you pick here for our first date?” Cleo sipped her Coke Zero and regarded him in the dim light. They sat in a booth, her body tucked against him as his arm stretched out along the back of the seat.
“You don’t strike me as someone who lets herself have a lot of fun, Cleo. I figured this would be fun for both of us.”
“That’s it?”
“That… and the fact I know you’re competitive as fuck and will play ‘cause you want to win. Aaaand their mac and cheese – I really like the mac and cheese here.”
Her melodic laugh vibrated against his side. “How do you know I’m competitive as fuck?”
It was his turn to chuckle. “Other than the look on your face when we were put onto a group project together? That ‘this dumbass jock is gonna tank my score and I might get a 95 instead of a 99’ look? Oh, I dunno… lucky guess?”
The server brought their spinach dip and napkins, and Cleo thanked her before taking a bite. Her eyes rolled back and a sinful moan escaped her. “This… damn. So good. I love spinach dip.”
“Tell me I’m wrong, Miss Bennet. Tell me you’re not competitive.”
She waved a chip in his direction. “Why do you keep calling me Lizzy, and Miss Bennet? We know who we are now – we don’t need to use those names anymore.”
“I can’t help it. I used Lizzy for so long and it’s kind of adorable, so it just slips out I guess? Do you hate it? I can try to stop my mouth from saying it if you’d rather?”
