Page 39 of Feel It in the Air

Gus draws back, but only enough to kiss me again. Softer than before, but just as possessive. There is no mistaking his claiming of me. Who knew he had this side to him.

His hands move to my jeans, flicking the button open with ease. Tapping my hips, he signals for me to lift them, and I do so, allowing him to shimmy my pants down. If I thought time came to a stop earlier, I was wrong. It had only slowed. And now, it slows even more as I wait for his next move.

Every nerve ending is standing at attention, the fire inside me raging, waiting in anticipation. The thrum of my pulse racing through my veins fills my ears and is the only soundtrack, taking over from my ragged breathing.

Warm breath hits the bare skin of my sex and I shudder. Holy shit…

“And here I was hoping to confirm if you’re a natural redhead,” Gus taunts, slowly sliding a finger through my folds, avoiding my clit.

“Sorry to disappoint,” I quip, my voice breathy. I’m desperate for his touch, but I try to hold back, not wanting him to know just how much.

“Oh, baby, nothing about you or this perfect pussy is a disappointment.” Placing a kiss on the inside of each thigh, he works his way up my body, teasing me more. Fuck, I wish he would just give me what I need. “Don’t you dare think that.”

“Gus…”

As if his name is the magic word, his mouth is on me, exactly where I need him. His tongue hits my clit and I scream. I let myself go and allow the moment to take hold. Giving in to everything I’m feeling, the mix of physical and emotional taking over, fighting for power. Through it, Gus doesn’t let up. At least not until I see stars, my body totally racked and spent, with half of the papers that I had tidied earlier now strewn on the floor.

After a long moment, when I’ve finally returned to my senses, he pulls me into his chest, kissing me again. Still just as powerful. Still just as passionate. As purposeful. Although maybe slightly calmer. I reach in between us, palming the telltale bulge in the front of his pants.

“Well now,” I say into the kiss.

“Hmmmm?”

I start to rub, with long purposeful strokes, thinking that it’s my turn to play. That payback’s going to be a⁠—

The loud, sharp first note of Georgia’s fight song cuts into the air. I lean back, raising an eyebrow at Gus. Because if a cell phone going off in the middle of sex isn’t enough to kill the mood, your rival’s fight song absolutely is.

He smiles guiltily, stepping back, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Hi.”

I suddenly feel a lot more naked than I did a few seconds ago, and wonder what the protocol here is. No matter what, this is going to be awkward, so I might as well just own it and get dressed now, right?

“We’ll be there. Promise. Bye.”

We? Did he just say we?

I hop off the desk, slowly working my pants back up my legs. Now, where’s my bra?

“Margeaux.”

I spin around, straight into Gus’s chest. It’s hard, solid, and oh so welcoming. As are his arms as they wrap around me, the soft kisses he places along my jaw a sweet contrast to the domineering side he was just showing off.

“Wanna go to a party?”