becoming everything to me. Even my thirst for vengeance didn't seem so desperate when I was in her arms. It was still a sharp and hungry desire, but it wasn't everything anymore. Maybe she was though. Maybe this girl was everything I'd never wanted to admit I needed and everything I should have been fighting to resist. Because I'd sworn I'd never love anyone ever again after feeling the keen burn of losing that love and having my soul shredded by it. I'd made an oath to myself never to care about someone that deeply again because I knew I wouldn't survive losing it a second time.
But even if I wanted to try and turn back, I knew it was too late now. There was no way that I could do it. I was already in too deep and I knew I'd rather drown in her than surface alone again.
"Fancy seeing you here," she teased, watching me approach with a gleam in her eye that said she was just as excited as I was about our night together.
"I heard there was a student in here causing issues for the staff," I said slowly, reaching out to push her books aside so that I could lean over the desk and get closer to her.
I shoved her things a little too hard and managed to knock one of her books onto the floor, causing her to pout at me.
"I should complain to the administration about that," she teased. "I'll tell them you're harassing me and throwing my shit all over the floor."
"We both know that you're the one harassing me, princess," I murmured, placing my hands flat on the desk and leaning over her so that I dominated her space.
Tatum raised her chin, those full lips beckoning me in for a taste and making my heart pound as I considered taking one. But we'd sworn not to make careless moves like that around campus again. Especially when we knew for a fact that the fucking stalker was still watching her at every opportunity.
We really shouldn't have been having sleepovers at my place either, but I wasn't giving that up for anything.
"Aren't you going to pick that up?" she breathed as I got so close to her that not kissing her felt like the most impossible task in the world.
"Sure thing, princess." I smirked at her and drew back, loving the heat in her gaze as she watched me pull the chair opposite hers aside and drop to my knees so that I could reach beneath the desk to find the fallen book.
I spotted it right away, but my gaze snagged on her bare legs beneath the table and a growl of longing caught in my throat.
I moved under the table and reached out to run my fingers over her ankle, earning myself a surprised gasp as I circled the flesh there and slowly began to run my hand higher.
"Nash," she breathed, part warning, part moan of longing.
My fingers made it to the top of her knee length socks and I slid my hand up her inner thigh, dipping it beneath her pleated skirt as my dick swelled and strained within my pants.
I shifted forward so that I could reach higher, my heart pounding at this dangerous game. But no one could see what I was doing down here and if anyone appeared, I only had to grab the book and get up.
As that thought crossed my mind, I looked around for the book so that I'd know where it was if I needed it. But instead of spotting it, my gaze caught on something taped to the underside of the table.
I stilled the movement of my hand between Tatum's legs just as I felt the brush of her panties against my fingertips and a breathy moan of longing escaped her.
I jerked my hand back sharply as I stared at the little listening device.
"Why are you stopping?" she protested with a lusty purr to her voice and I quickly crawled back out from beneath the table before placing a finger to her lips to silence her.
Tatum frowned in confusion but she held her tongue and I slid my cell phone from my pocket before turning on the camera and dipping it beneath the table to take a picture.
When I pulled it back out and showed her the photo of the little microphone, her lips popped open in surprise.
"Come on, Princess," I said loudly, picking up her crap and quickly shoving it into her