Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,86

found out anything else about the video.”

“That’s what I figured.”

He doesn’t bother asking if I said more than I should’ve, because he knows better than to even think it. His large hands slip down my waist, snaking around until he’s gripping my ass. His touch is never tender. It’s rough and I love it. Still, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if a teacher catches us.

“We shouldn’t be in here,” I point out, despite not wanting him to let go.

“Then let’s leave,” he says with a shrug, almost challenging me to simply walk away from him. When I don’t move right away, he further calls my bluff by craning his neck just enough to place a kiss beneath my jaw.

“We should stop,” I protest again, knowing my tone doesn’t match these words.

“You’re one-hundred percent right.”

Half a second after he gets those words out, I take his face into both hands and bring his lips to mine. Keeping him close, I force him against the wall. Only, I’m not nearly as gentle as I mean to be, which becomes evident when his back slams the cabinets behind him.

“What the fuck?” he asks with a deep, sexy laugh, but then captures my lips again before I can even apologize.

This is neither the time nor the place. Just on the other side of this wall, Dr. Pryor is likely sitting at her desk, pissed about whatever she thinks I’m hiding. And here West and I are, going at it hot and heavy, like we have the whole building to ourselves.

Pushing my hands beneath his t-shirt, they flatten against his rigid abs, moving over the well-defined peaks and valleys I find there. He’s so smooth, so warm.

Damn. I swear wanting him will be the death of me.

I lower my hand, until my fingers form over the massive hard-on beneath his sweats.

Shit.

I’m breathing heavy into our kiss, having a hard time believing what I’m about to suggest. It involves his pants down around his ankles, and my legs locked around his naked waist.

I kiss him deeper, thinking our best chance of not getting caught would be if we slip into the closet in the corner. If we’re quiet, we’ll get away with it easy.

However, what West rasps against my lips brings the momentum we’ve built up to a screeching halt.

“Fuck,” he groans. “We have to stop.”

Panting, I peer up at him. “Why?”

His eyes slam closed, as if shutting this down is physically painful for him right now.

“I don’t have a condom,” he admits.

I blink several times and for a fraction of a second, I’m thinking recklessly. Like, considering telling him to ‘just pull out’ reckless. But then I come to my senses. Honestly, I’m a little surprised he’s always so responsible about wearing protection. Most guys—especially ones with his rep—aren’t nearly as conscious about it.

“Shit,” he mostly says to himself. “I fucked up.”

“It’s fine.”

He leans his head against the cabinet, trying to steady his breathing. “I used to keep them on me all the time, just in case. Before—”

His voice trails off there and I smile a little. No, he didn’t just recite me a line of poetry, but I still find what he just admitted pretty sweet.

I stare up at him, smiling a bit. “Before we got together?”

He nods once, but that’s his only response.

“Well, word of advice,” I say quietly, letting my gaze lower to his lips. “Always keep a few on hand, because you never know.”

Still clearly frustrated with himself, he peers down and manages to smile. “Noted.”

I force myself to back off of him, before I suggest that stupid thing that was floating around inside my head a moment ago. Instead, I move to stand beside him, folding both arms over my chest while we wait for his body to… relax. It’s kind of sad, actually, this opportunity going to waste. He takes a deep breath and I know he’d kick his own ass if he could.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t only come looking for you because I wanted to fuck around,” he says with a quiet laugh.

I glance over with a smile. “Liar.”

“I said that wasn’t the only reason. Never said that wasn’t part of it,” he teases, which has me slapping his arm.

“What’d you want?”

When my eyes land on him again, I note that his expression is still light, but the laughter fades quickly.

“It’s about you talking to Dr. Pryor.”

My brow quirks a little when confusion sets in. I’m starting to wonder if I’d been wrong