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I went to my room, peeling my shirt free, and unbuttoned my jeans.I wonder what she tasted like?
I shook my head and shoved down my jeans as I headed to the shower. Then I stopped.What did she taste like…I was betting she was fucking delicious.I glanced over my shoulder at the crumpled blue denim on the floor.
My cock twitched as I let out a growl and turned back, snatching the jeans from the floor. I had to fucking know. I licked my lips. I had to find out if she tasted as good as she looked.
I lifted the material and breathed deep. The scent of her arousal clung heavy to the thick fabric. Every drop was still there. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, sliding the denim across my lips. I could still feel her grinding on me, still see the way her fucking dress clung to her breasts.
I could still see the way she'd looked at me.
I sucked the material harder, wetting it with saliva to mix with the tang of her desire.Fuck me.I wanted her pussy. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted a pussy in my fucking life. I held the jeans against my mouth and reached down, rubbing my hand across the swollen head and felt myself jerk.
No.
I wouldn’t relieve the ache. I’d carry it with me. I opened my eyes and lowered my jeans, finding the wet patch wetter than it was before. I sucked her taste clean before I dropped the jeans back to the floor with a snarl and stepped into the shower.
She haunted me.
Clinging to the back of my tongue.
And to my thoughts as I washed, dried, and climbed into bed.
Sleep didn’t come easy. It never did. But this time when I dreamed, this time I dreamed of her.
* * *
I watchedthem in class the next day. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. On the surface, everything looked normal. She even let him put his arm around her shoulders possessively. I wanted to rip the fucking thing off and beat him to death with it.
But I didn’t.
I sat back and watched them like my life depended on it. But it wasn’t my life I was playing with…it was my heart. She only smiled when others focused on them. She was frozen the rest of the time. I caught her scanning the others as she stood outside the classroom with the asshole standing at her side and laughing with a group of rich pricks. But she wasn’t interested in them, she was searching for someone else.
Was she looking for me?
I stepped out of the shadows and our gazes connected. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me as I stepped closer. Her lips parted. The dumb fucking asshole next to her was oblivious as I strode toward them.
But she wasn’t.
Her eyes widened as I came near, and there was a catch of her breath. Her black blouse pressed against her breasts. Breasts I wanted in my fucking mouth and I’d shoot that fucker in the face to get them. But I did none of those things. I just held her gaze while her boyfriend was fucking oblivious and strode past her into the classroom.
Don’t do it.
The warning floated through my mind.
She’s not yours.
But, fuck me.
I turned to see her striding through the door. The fucking idiot walking behind her was still chatting to his homies, fucking oblivious she was the one now hunting me.
I sat in the top row of some bullshit lecture. I didn’t even pay the lecturer any mind. Everyone knew the Rossis were a pain in the ass. I had a reputation to live up to. She sat mid-row, closest to me.
“Okay, settle down everyone,” an older guy called from the front of the room.
But she just glanced over her shoulder and met my gaze.
There was a desperation in her eyes…a need for something I couldn’t catch.
It wasn’t just sex.
