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“Can you blame them? No one’s seen us going out anywhere. We’re never together on campus.”
“Hell, why does everyone have to watch us? How can you live with so many eyes on you constantly?”
He smiles. “I just learned to ignore it.”
“So, you think dinner will help some of those rumors?”
His touch slides down to the curve of my neck, and my breath catches in my throat as the electricity buzzes between us. My nipples harden, pushing against the lace of my bra.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be so close,” I say, sounding breathless.
“I woke up with you on my mind, and I’m not going anywhere until I kiss you.”
He catches me off guard. Of course, it’s obvious what he wants, but I’m still baffled by my instant reaction to him when we touch.
“Sure,” I say, my response barely above a whisper. The memory of our intense encounter in the corridor is still fresh in my mind, making my heart race. Compelled by a rush of excitement and undeniable chemistry between us, I lean in toward him, closing my eyes as I prepare to kiss him.
But my lips meet nothing but air.
Startled, I open my eyes to see he’s no longer standing there, but kneeling on the floor in front of me with a mischievous grin in his eyes. Before I can respond, he’s lifting my frilly skirt and shoving his head under there.
I freeze, about to have a complete meltdown.
“Jake!” I push against his head to get him out. My cheeks are on fire, but he’s fast, slipping a finger under the side elastic of my bikini panties, pushing them aside.
I try to step away from him, but he’s already got his mouth on my pussy, his tongue pushing between my wet crease.
A moan spills past my throat, and I shudder, knowing I should just shove him away, except… fuck something is wrong with me. I want this so badly, I widen my stance for him. His free hand is spreading me open for easier access to his mouth—that devious, hungry mouth I can’t get enough of.
Grasping the bookshelves on either side of me, I pray no one walks in on us, yet I’m dying to scream out how aroused I am with his face buried between my thighs.
His tongue is scorching, flicking my clit, over and over. My knees weaken, and I’m barely holding myself up, my hips rocking of their own will.
His fingers waste no time, tracing the entrance to my fire before pushing one into me.
Goosebumps race down my spine, the kind that leaves me thrumming with carnal pleasure. A purr rolls over my throat while my gaze roams the space around us, through the gaps in the books on the shelves and down the aisle. We’re still alone.
My head’s spinning with him fingering me, licking me to a rhythm that undoes me. Then, rather than driving me off the edge of excitement, he pauses and pops his head out from under my skirt, his finger still deep inside me.
“So sexy,” he murmurs, licking his glistening lips. “I’ve been dying to taste you again since the party.”
I can’t speak from the fire swallowing me, from the sheer embarrassment of him going down on me in the middle of the library.
Letting out a small chuckle, he pulls his finger out, then pulls my panties back over me. Back on his feet, he sucks down on the finger in his mouth, his eyes rolling up in ecstasy.
“We really shouldn’t have done that,” I finally say. “But I’m not a fan of you not finishing things off, either.”
His gaze is on me again. “Who said this was over?”
Just then, the sound of voices approaching sends a jolt of panic through me. It’s not that we’re doing anything now, but it still leaves me high-strung. My gaze darts to the gaps in the bookshelves, trying to catch a glimpse of who’s coming up the stairs. Instinctively, I smooth down my skirt, my mind racing with someone having seen us. For all I know, they have cameras up here.
Jake takes my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine. “Come with me,” he says gently. We move quickly down the book aisle, and I giggle, swept up in the spontaneity of the moment.
He leads me farther into the back of the floor to the private rooms used for group study. He pushes one open and pulls me inside, plunging us into a dim room. The only light is seeping in from around the shut door.
My heart pounds against my ribcage with excitement and nervousness, and a swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach. The small room feels like our own world, separating us from the rest of the campus.
Jake is suddenly standing too close to me, and ripples of arousal dance between my thighs. Of course, being alone in a room with Jake is the opposite of what I should be doing, yet when I lift my gaze to his mouth, my hands slide up the hard muscles of his chest.
