same sounds in person, or will it be different? Better? If I kiss her neck and put my lips on that sun-shaped birthmark on her thigh, will she tremble deliciously?
But instead of melting into my arms or wrapping her thick thighs around my waist, she struggles, turning her face away. Those pink, glossy lips set in a frown.
“Let me go,” she demands quietly.
Stubborn little thing. I breathe out slowly.
I’ve never worked this hard for a hookup. Girls fall onto my dick. Shit, Thea fell into what we were doing easily. If someone wasn’t into it, I’d always moved on to the next girl or three in line.
But I want Thea. I need to have a taste of her, and if I’m tying her to my side for the foreseeable future, I’ll seduce her.
This close, her honeyed scent makes me want to swing her around, pin her against the desk, and kiss those rosy lips until they’re swollen.
Trailing my hands from her shoulders down her back, I snake my arms around her waist, trapping her in my hold. She shoots a wide-eyed look up at me.
“What are you doing?” Her question comes out a little breathless.
This is affecting her, and I’ve barely done anything.
The corner of my mouth lifts as I lean close enough to press my lips to her ear, letting my hands roam when she stays still. I squeeze her hips and sneak my tongue out to lick the shell of her ear.
Thea sucks in a breath, shoulders shaking in a shiver. She bows her head, hiding behind her hair. “C-Connor.”
The bell rings, but neither of us move.
“I’ll still pretend to be Wyatt. You’ll know it’s me, but nothing has to change. I’ve really liked being your sexting buddy. We can keep what we have going. Why waste a good thing, right?” My lips brush her ear again. “And I make you feel so good.”
The whimper that escapes her is music to my ears, drawing a grin from me. She allows herself to lean into me, touching my chest. My lids fall to half mast as she smooths one palm down my torso. I hum in encouragement. Screw next period.
“That’s it, baby,” I croon, squeezing her ass. “Give in. We’ll have such a good time together. We can get started right now.” I clap a hand on the high science desk behind me, chuckling when she jumps. She won’t be acting like a scared mouse once I get my mouth on her. “Come sit up on this lab table and spread those legs. I want to eat you.”
She sways into me, digging her nails into my shirt. Her voice is so soft I have to focus to hear it when she speaks. “You’re crazy and entitled.”
With that accusation, she launches herself at me, fingers scrabbling. At first I attempt to catch her, thinking she’s trying to kiss me—hell yes, that’s what I want.
But she’s not trying to kiss me.
Thea snatches my phone and scampers back a couple of steps, breathing hard as she fumbles with the screen. I blink, trying to process what’s happening.
“Damn it,” she curses.
“Ah, ah.” I wave a finger in disapproval. “You won’t get it unlocked to delete your photos or your number.”
“Yes I will.” She flashes me a determined look, brows flattened.
The fire she keeps tucked away is like an ember at first glance, but it’s blistering hot. I like it. Before she can do anything rash, like smash my phone—pointless, because I keep a cloud backup—I push off the desk and capture her in my hold. She makes a sound of protest as I toss my phone aside. It clatters on the lab table while I pin her arms.
Bringing my lips back to her ear, I bite out, “Don’t test me. And don’t be mad you liked it when you thought I was someone else.” She shudders at my demanding tone. When I nip her ear, she fights to free herself, panting. A smoky chuckle rolls through me. “Fight all you want, little mouse. You’re mine now.”
“No!” Her attention darts to the door as her desperation climbs.
“Hoping if you go tattle to my dad I’ll let you off the hook? Nice thought, but no.” I rub my nose into her temple, fisting the back of her sweater. “Or…are you hoping if you figure out your real Wyatt’s number, he’ll respond like I did? Who else is going to give you what you need?”
She turns a glare on me, her mouth set in a mutinous