the library. We’re already drawing enough unwanted attention.
All right...Rowan is the one drawing all the attention. Half a dozen girls have already sauntered past, giving him little waves and bright smiles. He acknowledges them without encouraging their behavior.
Am I jealous?
Ha!
Maybe a teensy bit.
I’d like nothing better than to claim him publicly so these girls would back the hell off. But we agreed to keep our relationship quiet for the time being.
When Rowan flicks his eyes at me, I know that I’m in trouble. A smirk simmers across his lips, and I find myself gravitating toward him before snapping to attention with a scowl. Even in the middle of the library, he’s able to make me forget myself and the reason we’re here.
He cocks a brow and asks innocently, “Is there a problem?”
My attention becomes ensnared by his lips.
You have no idea what the man is capable of with that mouth.
So.
Much.
Pleasure.
It’s enough to make my eyes cross.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he loves to play south of the border. I’ll be completely honest...it’s not something I ever thought I’d enjoy. Of course, I’ve heard girls talk about it. But come on...it seems so intimate. To let someone touch you like that...
And now I can’t get enough of it.
I can’t get enough of Rowan.
Want to hear something crazy?
I’ve all but begged him to sleep with me, and he refuses. He keeps telling me that we need to wait. He wants me to be sure.
I am sure, dammit!
I want him.
Now!
All right, maybe not this second. Oh, who am I kidding? If he gave me even the slightest indication he was ready, I’d pack these books up so fast his head would spin. Jeez. I’m worse than a guy. I totally have sex on the brain. It takes effort to clear away those unruly thoughts and focus on the task at hand.
What were we working on again?
Ugh. I’m like a walking hormone.
“You need to focus so we can get through this,” I grumble, ignoring his question. We’ve been at it for almost an hour and only have a couple more problems to plow through. Then we can get out of here. Maybe go back to my place. If Sydney isn’t home, I can try to—
“Trust me,” his voice drops so low that it strums something deep inside me, “I’m focused.” The calloused pads of his fingers continue to dance across my inner thigh, inching closer to the vee between my legs. “Laser-focused.”
There shouldn’t be anything sexy about the slide of rough skin against mine, but damn if there isn’t. These running shorts were a bad idea. I should have covered myself from head to toe.
At this rate, Rowan will end up flunking statistics.
“Unfortunately, that laser focus isn’t where it belongs,” I point to the book, “on stats.”
“Nope.” He leans so close that his warm breath feathers over the outer shell of my ear. Another delicate shiver works its way down my spine. “At the moment, there’s something else on my mind.”
When his fingers brush against my core, I shift in my seat before cautiously glancing around. We’re certainly not alone. Students surround us as they study at nearby tables. Apparently, everyone and their grandmother decided they needed to work at the library this evening. The place is surprisingly packed for a Monday night. When we arrived on the second floor, people were already camped out at our usual table.
“Rowan,” I mutter, simultaneously loving and hating the way he drives me crazy.
“We’ve plowed through most of the assignment. We deserve a break.” He waggles his brows. “I’m sure we could find a dark corner to make out in.”
I hate to admit how tempting the offer is. It’s reluctantly that I pull away until there’s a safe distance between us. “You shouldn’t touch me like that.” I clear my throat and attempt to stomp out the arousal that has flared to life between my legs. “There are too many people watching us.”
“Does it really matter?” He toys with my fingers under the table where they’re partially hidden.
My teeth sink into my lower lip.
We’ve been sneaking around for a week, stealing time together when no one is looking. Sydney remains blissfully unaware of our relationship. Which means that Rowan and I can only spend time together at my place when she’s at class or with Ethan. Luckily, they’re on again this week, so it’s worked out perfectly. We can’t go to the house Rowan rents off-campus because he lives with a bunch of football players.
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