later at Oblivion. Save a round for me.”
“Will do.”
He stares at me and I stare at him. A sense of awkwardness and electricity invades the space between us. It feels like we both want something from one another. I don’t know what I could possibly want from a guy like Kent.
“Thank you for helping me today.” I reach over unthinkingly and touch his jaw. My fingers scrape over his golden stubble. It makes a sound against my fingertips that awakens the hunger inside of me. I slide my fingers down his jaw, over his chin, and stop at his throat, feeling his pulse pound. It’s strong and steady the entire time I hold his gaze; his dark eyes have me ensnared. I couldn’t look away if he dared me.
He licks his lips and swallows hard. I feel it under my fingertips rather than hear it. “I’m sorry for blowing up on you earlier. I don’t like being told what to do when it comes to my life.”
Instinctively, I lean closer to him, my fingers never leaving his pulse. It speeds up. “I won’t tell you what to do anymore. Unless it’s beneficial to your health.”
Kent nods slowly, his eyes stuck on me. “I should go.”
“Then go.” I slide my fingers over his stubble again to hear that scraping sound. It makes a shiver travel down my spine.
“Do you want me to go?” He lifts his head, almost in a trance, so I can scrape the hair under his jaw.
It’s my turn to swallow hard. “Kent?”
“What, Raina?”
“I saw you having sex with Auburn Hair.” It comes out in one long single word. Once it’s out I can breathe again.
His eyes widen and he leans back as if I slapped him. “You did?”
“Yes…”
He sits up and scratches the back of his neck. “You watched me?”
“No! Of course not. Maybe a little. For like a second. I was shocked!” I defend myself. “It’s not every day I see people having sex.”
He looks mildly offended. “That’s either creepy or really hot. I can’t tell which and it’s pissing me off. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“How is that hot?”
He shrugs and gets up. “Next time whistle or something. Let me know you’re there. How much did you see?”
I look down at my hands.
“That much?”
From under my lashes, I hesitantly meet his eyes. “That much.”
“Are you scarred for life?” He smiles crookedly.
“Kind of. I can’t stop thinking about your penis.” Too late I realize what I said.
He chuckles and his eyes twinkle. “You’re not the first girl to say that to me, so don’t be alarmed. My penis has many fans.”
“I’m surprised it doesn’t have its own zip code,” I mutter dryly.
He really laughs now. He picks up his backpack and inches for my door, grabbing his bulge firmly in his hand through his jeans. “Say bye, Raina.”
I look at his crotch and wave. “See you never, Kent’s penis.” I ignore the long, thick outline of his penis and exchange it for his eyes. I like looking into them. They suck me in like nothing else ever has. Getting sucked into something isn’t the same as making the decision to fall in.
“There goes that smart mouth again. You must want to find out what I do to them.” He lets his crotch go and leans against the door.
“Does it involve your penis?” I guess, mouth suddenly dry.
“It might.”
Uh-oh. I swallow hard and look away. “You’re going to be late for class.”
“Did you like watching me fuck her?” His voice is low and dangerous.
My lips pop open in shock. “You were so rough.”
I can tell from all the way over here how his breathing deepens. He runs a hand down his face and then crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t have sex any other way.”
“Does that feel good to them?”
“They love it,” he assures me naughtily. Nothing else on his face moves when he says it but his lips. As if he’s so sure they love him he doesn’t have to question their pleasure.
“Go to class, Kent.”
He nods like that’s probably a good idea. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tonight,” I promise, way too eager.
When he’s gone I roll over and bury my face in my pillow. What was that? The buzzing was back. It was here in a way that even I couldn’t deny. For the first time I understood its presence. It was attraction. Pure, naked, unprovoked attraction. His dark, sexy eyes had leaked their dirtiness all over my room. I stared at my fingers,