AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I think people have to want to change, to change. And no one in this equation does, so…nothing will change.”
“I’m sorry.”
I roll onto my back, sick of not seeing her face. Rylan ends up straddling my lap, my shirt twisted between us. “Stop apologizing for shit that isn’t your fault.”
“What do you want me to do, then?”
“Kiss me,” comes out embarrassingly fast. “I didn’t have a chance to in the library and last time you were a Petri dish of germs.”
Rylan smirks. “Petri dish? AndI’mthe nerd?”
“I probably wouldn’t have failed biology if you’d been my tutor,” I tell her.
“I don’t believe you failed biology.”
“You doubted I got into Stanford.”
“I’m glad you didn’t go to Stanford.”
“So glad you’re going to kiss me?”
Her smile grows, which I take as a positive sign. “I’m thinking about it.”
“Any questions I can answer first? Technique? Tongue or no tongue? Timing between breaths? Head tilt?”
She leans closer. Close enough I can smell her shampoo, thesame scent that lingered in my truck for a few days after I drove her home in the rain.
“I’ll just give you a review later.”
I’m still chuckling when she closes the small distance between our lips.
Electricity races through my body.
Even after our two hookups since, part of me thought that kissing Rylan the night we met was one of those memories that ages well. That improves over time, warping the original until you’re reminded of the reality. Like a movie you watch and love as a kid but then is actually terrible when you rewatch it as an adult.
But kissing Rylan? This is just as good as I remember. Better, maybe, because she’s no longer a stranger. I know that she loves having her hair tugged because she let out a breathy whimper every time I pulled while she was blowing me in the library. And it’s ridiculously satisfying, when she reacts the same way to me wrapping the strands around my fingers now.
It starts out slow and skilled, like we’re two competitors trying to outdo the other. I nibble on her bottom lip. She sucks on my tongue. Then gradually, it grows more desperate. More about getting as close to each other as possible than showing each other up. Like we’re on the same team, united by the same goal.
I’m not sure how far she’s planning to take this.
There’s no way Rylan is oblivious to my massive erection digging into her ass. And I’ve made it clear I want to fuck her. My body is in rough shape, but I’ll rally if she gives me the green light.
“Is this what tutoring looks like? Sign me up.”
Rylan pulls away, panting, as soon as she hears Hunter’s voice.
He’s standing in the open doorway with his arms crossed, wearing an amused smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
And Rylan won’t meet mine, sliding off the bed with her coat clutched in one hand.
Without her saying a single word, I know tonight is over. She’s already pulling on her jacket and smoothing her hair.
“How was Gaffney’s?” I ask Hunter, trying to act like this is a normal situation, even though all of us know it’s anything but.
“Usual. Brought you back some wings, if you’re hungry.”
I nod, tugging my T-shirt back down. “Thanks, man.”
