after a small groan, he ground into me with a fury I knew would leave me sore later.
I parted my lips to welcome his taste, and he moved closer, propping me on the desk behind us and wedging himself between my legs.
“Damn, Senna. I had a boner for you the whole fucking class,” he said, running his lips down my neck. He slipped my T-shirt off one shoulder, his lips traveling there, too.
Oh my god, this gorgeous, free-spirited man liked and wanted me. He knew my deepest secrets and thought no less of me for them. In fact, I think he liked me even more when he found them out.
He ran his hands through my hair and down my back until he reached my ass. He took handfuls of me, scooting me to the edge of the desk until his hard cock pressed against the seam of my blue jeans. It wasn’t the most comfortable sensation, but something about it was primal, like we were desperate for it no matter the discomfort. If we hadn’t been in a classroom with an unlocked door, I had a feeling in a matter of moments our skin would be touching rather than our clothes.
And that would have been okay with me.
Jesus, what was I doing?
A little voice was nagging me, saying get your shit together and get out of here. You had no business kissing your French teacher, and he had no business kissing you. But a much louder voice screamed go for it, girl, and to relish the experience of being with a man who adores and appreciates you.
I reached behind his neck and yanked on the elastic holding his ponytail, his thick, curly hair tumbling into my fingers. I pulled fistfuls of it close to inhale his scent, which was simple soap and shampoo.
He’d had some raw deals in his life just like I had. Maybe that was what drew us to each other—we shared the ability to see each other’s pain, and instead of trying to make it go away, we could help each other walk through it. We’d both been through things we’d never forget. But we knew they didn’t need to define us.
Running my fingers along his sleeve tattoo, I sighed into his mouth as his hands reached beneath my T-shirt for my breasts. He maneuvered under my bra and alternatively pinched and soothed my hard nipples. The sensation shot straight through to my core, and I whimpered, aching with need.
Just then, the classroom door flew open, and a young woman stood staring at us like she’d seen a ghost.
“Oh. Oh, sorry,” she said, as she began to back out the door.
“No, wait,” Chase called. “We’re leaving. The room is all yours.”
The look on her face, of pure astonishment at finding two people all over each other in what should have been an empty classroom, struck me as hilarious. I pulled myself together and grabbed my backpack, running for the door with Chase right on my heels. As soon as I’d gotten into the hallway, I began to howl with laughter.
Chase shook his head at my reaction.
We just looked like two horny students, unable to wait until we got home.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, taking my hand.
We started running down the hall like two maniacs, dodging everybody else, and laughing at the strange looks we were getting.
I could have kept kissing Chase all day and into the night if I hadn’t had a date with the horrendous Ty. Hopefully, this was my last obligation in his deal to keep his mouth shut about my off-campus job. But I knew better than to trust the bastard and wouldn’t put it past him to make some other unreasonable demand, preying on my desire for a normal college experience.
Although, it seemed like my college experience was starting off as anything but normal.
I wasn’t complaining.
“Hey, Ty,” I said flatly when I met him outside the entrance to the school’s basketball stadium. I wasn’t about to let him pick me up and find out where I lived.
“Well, if it isn’t the luscious Senna Duncan, every teacher’s pet,” he crooned.
Shit. What else did he know about me?
He tried to swing an arm around my shoulder as we waited in line, but I dodged him, stuffing my hands in my pockets and using my elbows as defense. As long as I had them pointing out, he could only get so close to me.
He looked through the crowd like he was a freaking superstar