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He opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it as his eyes darted toward the door.
“I’ve got lunch duty, so I’ll meet you right after, okay?” The voice came from outside the bathroom just before the click of heeled shoes hit the marble floor.
I gasped as Damian pushed me inside the stall, shut and locked the door, and immediately pinned me to the wall with his body, his hand covering my mouth. I tried to pull his hand away, but he pressed harder against me, his eyes locked on mine. One of my hands gripped his very large arm while the other clung to the shirt at his side, hoping to use it for leverage if needed.
The sound of those shoes grew closer, and I could feel my heart racing. Damian leaned down closer, his nose touching mine as his mouth made a silent “shushing” movement. He lowered his mouth to my ear.
“Be very quiet, little lamb. If we get caught, they’ll think you invited me in here. We wouldn’t want that now, would we? Not on your first day here.” His voice was so quiet, I barely heard it over the bathroom fan that automatically kicked on whenever someone walked in, even with him speaking directly into my ear.
As much as I hated it, he was right. If that teacher caught us, she would think I’d invited him in there with me. And what could I do? Argue it? What would I say? That Damian Wolfe forced himself in there with me? Because then the parents would probably have to get involved.
Try as I might, I couldn’t think of a better solution than to just go along with it.
I nodded against him, and he dragged his hand away, though his body was still pressed against mine. I looked up at him, and I saw something dark in his eyes as he watched me. It was like a train wreck. Iwantedto look away. Ineededto look away. But the way he bit his lip as his eyes took me in kept me frozen in place.
What the hell is this?
What the hell is happening?
My skirt moved slightly, and before I could register what was happening, I felt fingertips lightly brush my outer thigh. My eyes widened as his narrowed. I opened my mouth to protest, but his free hand quickly covered my mouth again.
Humming sounded outside the stall, and I realized the teacher was standing and looking in the mirror. Did she plan to use the bathroom? Did she just go in the bathroom to check her hair and makeup? How long would she be there? More importantly…
How much longer would I be trapped inside a bathroom stall with Damian?
Keeping his hand over my mouth, he leaned forward, placing his head against the wall. His fingertips had stilled on my outer thigh. My heart continued to race, and I wasn’t sure how much of it was because of the risk of the teacher catching us in there together and how much of it was something that came as a total shock to me.
Excitement.
Forgetting for a momentwhohad me pinned to the wall, I found myself focusing on the fact that a tall, muscular, sexy guy had me in a compromising situation. His fingertips were on my bare thigh while his hand covered my mouth. Because of how he leaned over, my nose was next to his neck, and I could tell how fucking delicious he smelled, and part of me just wanted to taste him. To flatten my tongue against his shoulder and lick all the way up to his earlobe before biting it.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I shifted as an uncomfortable feeling grew between my thighs. The movement seemed to revive him—to pull him from whatever self-control he’d exhibited. The tips of his fingers once again trailed up my thigh. His touch was so feather light that it almost tickled, and goosebumps spread all over my body.
He pulled back slightly, enough to look down into my eyes before lowering his mouth to my ear again.
“All that hate seems to have evaporated, little lamb,” he breathed.
I wanted to lash out, but I couldn’t. The teacher had just moved away from the sink and was now heading into a stall a couple of doors down. If I made even the tiniest sound of frustration, she would hear it. The bathroom fan was loud enough to mask our breathing and his quiet whispers, but anything more would be heard.
Damian’s tongue snaked out and pulled my earlobe into his mouth, and I inhaled sharply, my eyes closing as my back involuntarily arched. My breasts pressed against his muscular torso, and my hand squeezed his thick bicep so I could focus on something other than moaning.
Damn my traitorous body.
He lightly bit down before pulling away. It was only slightly painful, which seemed to ramp up my excitement. This was fucking insane.
His fingertips began to circle around from my outer thigh to my inner thigh, and I stilled.
“All you have to do is push against me, and I’ll stop,” he said, his fingers pausing. “But I don’t think you want that, do you? Maybe you’re not a little lamb after all. Maybe you’re like me—maybe you’re more like your last name—wild.”
Everything in my brain screamed,Push! Push! Push against him! Now!
But my body said something else entirely…
And that voice seemed to be even louder because my feet somehow spread wider apart.
“Mmm, good girl,” he moaned in my ear.
