there and try new things. Save the world one butterfly at a time.”
I smile, pleased that he remembered. “That’s going to be kind of hard to do in an apartment, but I’ll do my best. If I get in trouble for planting milkweed on the campus grounds, you’ll cover for me, right?”
“Absolutely.”
I pat his chest, sliding off his lap. “If you’re feeling inspired you better write, and I should too. My professor’s a hard ass and I have a script to prefect.”
“Speaking of—you should schedule a meeting with your professor when classes start back up.”
Panic floods me. “That so?”
He grins wickedly, eyes flashing. “Yeah, I have a particular fantasy of you spread out over my desk I’d like to make a reality.”
My jaw drops.
Oh my God.
Chapter Twenty-Three
A few evenings later, the apartment is glowing from all the candles I lit throughout. I wasn’t purposely trying to make it romantic, just cozy, but I’m not complaining. The pizza I ordered just arrived and I stick the popcorn in the microwave, knowing Hayden will be over any second. I already sent him a text letting him know the door is unlocked.
We haven’t had sex again yet, and I’m craving him like my own personal drug. I decided it would be a little too much to only be wearing lingerie—and frankly, that’s not my style anyway—so I opted for a cute pair of panties and an over-sized t-shirt. Understated, but hopefully still hot.
Setting everything down on the coffee table, including drinks, I browse through the movies in the hopes of finding something that will set the right mood.
I settle on Before Sunrise, one I haven’t seen before, but I recall Hayden gushing about the writing and story.
The door opens, and despite expecting him I give a little jump.
I blame nerves.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He closes the door and turns around, his eyes widening as he takes in my bare legs. His lips part, a quiet and desperate, “Fuck,” passing through his lips.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I motion to the waiting pizza and popcorn. “And I hope this movie is good.”
“It’s perfect.”
He’s not even looking at the T.V.
He takes a seat on the couch, reaching for the pizza box as I start the movie.
“Here you go.” He passes me a plate.
“Thank you.” I settle beside him, sitting cross-legged.
“Are you cold?” He eyes my bare legs, plating his own pizza.
“Not yet, but you can warm me up if I do.”
I can’t believe I said that out loud.
Hayden’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “That so?”
“Y-Yes.” I hate that there’s a hitch in my voice.
“Do you have any ideas on how you’d like me to warm you up or am I allowed to come up with my own?”
I sit up a little straighter, my core tingling. “I think I’d like to see what you come up with.”
He sends a smirk my way, biting into a slice of pizza.
Somehow, I manage to halfway pay attention to the movie while I eat, but the entire time I’m more focused on wondering what he’s thinking. What he might do. My body is humming, craving his touch. But I’m trying to be patient, knowing it’ll be worth it when he finally makes a move.
About forty minutes into the movie Hayden’s hand settles high on my thigh. He’s focused on the T.V., but he has to know what he’s doing to me as he swirls his thumb around and around my bare leg. My breath catches when his hand climbs higher, dipping toward my center.
“Is this okay?” he whispers. I nod in response, but apparently that’s not good enough. “Say it, Emilia.”
“Yes. Keep going.”
His fingers dip beneath my oversized tee, teasingly gliding over my panties. He rubs them back and forth. My body squirms, begging and aching for more.
His eyes stay glued to the movie playing as he pushes aside my panties, finding me wet and ready. He rubs his fingers slowly around my clit, applying enough pressure to get my body tingling but not enough to get me off.
I cry out when his hand disappears. “Take them off.”
I know immediately what he means, and I can’t move fast enough to get rid of my panties.
The piece of lacy pink fabric falls to the floor at my feet.
Finally, he looks at me. His eyes are intense, flaring with desire, and his cock strains against the pair of sweatpants he wears. “Put your feet on the coffee table and spread your legs.
His bossiness turns me on, my nipples tightening and pressing against