was still refusing to touch me, but his breathing was getting heavier.
I shrugged and dragged my nose up the side of his neck. “I changed my mind. I want to fuck.”
His hands finally gripped my hips, his fingers digging in. “Yeah, well”—he licked his lips and swallowed—“I don’t.”
“Liar.” I growled, then bit his earlobe.
He hissed but didn’t back away.
This game we played, this back and forth, was making me wet already. The anticipation was building, the adrenaline of an unlocked door and the entire school sitting on the other side only driving it higher. It was the perfect distraction from what I’d just learned.
One arm banded around the middle of my back, making me arch against him. His other hand threaded into my hair, and then he was kissing me. Intensely. Forcefully. His tongue immediately demanding my mouth. It was exactly what I needed. Unlike when we argued, I didn’t have even a sliver of an urge to fight him. I wanted to give myself over completely and let him consume me until nothing else mattered.
Too soon, he broke the kiss and lifted his head out of my reach. I opened my eyes, panting, and frowned. “What the fuck? Don’t stop.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled lightly until my head was tipped back, at his mercy. “What happened?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop being a pussy and fuck me.”
He smirked, then dipped his head, took my bottom lip between his own, and sucked. Just as my eyes started to close in satisfaction, he bit—not enough to draw blood but enough to send a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. But before I could tell him to do it again, he was back to staring down at me, denying me.
“Stop deflecting. I saw that look in your eyes, Donna. You looked like you’d seen a ghost—of a person you just murdered. Tell me what’s going on.”
I rolled my eyes and returned my hands to his front. “It’s nothing. Seriously. Can we please just fuck before the assembly ends and someone comes in here?”
Did I seriously just plead with a guy to fuck me? Ugh! Who the hell even was I anymore? I pushed the indignation down and loosened his tie, but I got only three buttons of his shirt undone—barely a peek at the strong, muscular chest underneath—before he put a stop to that.
He wrenched my wrists away from his shirt, then pinned them both behind my back in one big hand. With my arms restrained behind me, my chest jutted forward. He stared at my tits and licked his lips. He wanted this. Why was he being so difficult?
The hand not holding me captive wrapped loosely around my throat, and I had to stop myself from moaning. But he didn’t linger there. He dragged it down over my collarbones and to my left breast, then squeezed gently. His thumb brushed over my aching nipple, caressing it over the fabric.
“You want this?” he asked, his voice husky, his dark eyes looking down on me.
“Yes,” I hissed impatiently. Wasn’t that exactly what I’d been saying this whole time?
“Then start talking, princess. Nothing in this world is free. You and I know that better than anyone.”
His hand was still working my breast, making me pant, the pressure between my legs building.
And then suddenly he went perfectly still.
I frowned at him.
“Talk,” he demanded.
“Fine,” I gritted out, and his hand immediately resumed its ministrations. “Uh . . . I had a fight with my sister. She . . . ruined my favorite sweater.”
“Bullshit.” He dragged his hand down my rib cage, over my belly, between my legs, but stopped with his fingers flat against my pelvis, just shy of where I wanted them most. “Try again.”
“Fuck, OK.” He started to rub me over the fabric of my pleated skirt. “Uh . . . um . . .” It was getting hard to think. “I got a C on my last math test. My parents are going to be so mad.”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through me. “There’s no way in hell you’ve ever made anything below a B plus. Come on, Donna. I’m losing my patience.”
I was just about ready to wrench out of his hold, done with these stupid games. But then his hand slipped up under my skirt, and his fingers skimmed the edge of my panties. He moved the fabric aside and teased me with the lightest of touches.