Page 82 of Fundamentals of Chemistry

“I can still be sorry,” I insisted.

“Do you regret what happened?” His thumbs gently rubbed across my biceps sending waves of electricity down my arms.

I paused, then shrugged. I didn’t regret the act itself, but I did feel embarrassed about the circumstances. “Well, no, but the rules—”

“Me neither,” he said. My heart dropped like a stone from my throat to my gut. “Fuck the rules. I can’t stop thinking about you. Haven’t been able to think since the first time I saw you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting. Though, in hindsight, he had seemed to enjoy himself when we were together, even if he always bolted. I looked up into his warm brown eyes and tried to figure out what he was thinking. His pupils blew wider the longer I looked. My brain went blank.

“So… what are you saying?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He took a deep breath, preparing himself. He lowered his head until our foreheads were nearly touching. My chest tightened as I waited.

“I’m saying,” he said, “that I don’t think I want this to be a one-time thing after all. If you don’t, that is.”

A cheshire grin spread across my face. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. I wasn’t this lucky. I didn’t deserve this.

I prayed he wouldn’t run away again.

I placed my palms on the flat of his chest and slid them up the planes of his pecs and shoulders until I could wind them around his neck. “I definitely don’t mind,” I said and leaned in, pressing up on my toes. “In fact, I was kind of thinking the same thing.”

His lips lifted into a grin. “That is great news.”

They were warm and soft as they pressed against mine. The kiss was slow and sensual. I sank into him, our chests molding together. My arms tightened around his neck, pulling him to me and deepening the embrace.

A soft moan slipped out of me as he licked along the seam of my lips, and I opened for him like a flower in the morning sunshine. I lost myself in the feeling of him, of his soft mouth and firm body moving against mine, breathing my breath and kindling my inner heat to a veritable inferno. He tasted even better than I remembered—fresh and earthy—and I couldn’t get enough.

While my hands slid up to card through his hair, his hands slid down to trace the curves of my back, hips, and ass with a reverence that felt indecent.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed, his mouth breaking from mine and moving to the sensitive spot on my neck, just below my ear. “… wanted you for so long…”

Another flash of heat shot to my core as his teeth grazed, and I gasped. I couldn’t think. This was going too far. Too fast. I still didn’t know what we were. I only knew that I wanted him and he wanted me. Was that enough? It might be enough. But that didn’t mean we needed a repeat of yesterday.

“We should probably stop if you don’t want this to get out of hand.”

“Right,” he said, peppering a trail of kisses down my neck and pulling open the neck of my top so he could continue along my clavicle. He turned us so my back was pressed against the closed closet door. “Just another minute first.”

I chuckled at his use of my words from our first kiss. “Alright,” I said.

I probably agreed to that a little too quickly, but the combination of his mouth and his hands was driving me wild. I wasn’t ready to stop. Not just yet.

I gasped again when he bit my chest just above my breast, my grip on his neck tightening, encouraging. This felt so right—too right to be wrong. My body was taking over, leaving my brain in standby mode.

His hands slid down my thighs, bunching up the fabric of my pencil skirt. “Can I?” he asked as the hem reached the tops of my thighs.

My body was screaming yes so loudly that it was easy to ignore the infinitesimal voice crying no.

“Please,” I keened.

He hitched one of my legs up over his hip and slid his other hand down the front of my panties, immediately finding the fabric wet at my entrance. He pushed it aside and dipped a finger inside me.

“Fuck,” he breathed into my neck, drawing out the word like growl.

I made a noise halfway between a moan and a whimper as he curved his finger, finding my G-spot. He swallowed the sound with another kiss.