Page 68 of Wicked Surrender

As she pulled out a chair to sit, I stood, startling her. She flinched, looking at me with a skeptical glare.

“I thought we could move this somewhere quieter,” I said. Almost on cue, the open mic poetry thing that the library had scheduled reached our corner, where someone tested the speakers. It was a library and it was quiet, but they did have events sometimes.

Laura raised her brows, still skeptical. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. And I’ve got just the spot.” I tipped my head to the side to encourage her to come with me, further back into the library. Half of the hotness of making her come last Thursday was that she could be bad enough to have an orgasm in a public place, even if it was private in the back.

I knew better than to have her come to my room. The guys were already starting a party. And there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d ask her to take me to her house.

Although that would do the trick.

Fucking her on Dean Chen’s couch would be the shocker I needed to piss him off.

That didn’t appeal, though, because the second my “revenge” was done, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy her any longer.

I didn’t want to share her with anyone. When I made her come again, I wanted to hog it all. I wanted to be the only one to see her splinter apart.

“You know a place here?” she asked as she followed. “At the library?”

“Yeah.” I slowed near the back where a couple of older, unused storage closets were waiting for us. “Somewhere quiet where we can focus.”

She paused at the door as I held it open for her. With a deliberate look at me, she furrowed her brow. “Focus, huh?”

Absolutely.I didn’t smile, too tense and impatient to get her alone so I could do just that—focus on making her come again.

Once she was in, I closed the door and locked it, glad that I discovered these rooms when I was trying to hide from the security guards who caught me drinking in here one night when I was a freshman.

All that stood in here were a table and a couple of chairs, the walls of lined shelves empty.

“I’m surprised you know about this room,” she said, slowly walking around the table. “You don’t strike me as someone who’d be too familiar with the library.”

I shrugged, crossing my arms as I leaned my hip against the table.

“Then again,” she said with a sigh as she set her bag on the counter, moving as if she’d pass me by, “I imagine you’ve snuck other girls in here before.”

I grabbed her around the waist to pick her up and set her on the table. “Not you,” I replied.

She lowered her gaze to my fingers on the buttons of her shirt.

“And you’re the only one I want,” I added.

When she lifted her face, nervous and shy but hungry for me, I didn’t wait to kiss her.

She met me in the middle, as if no time had passed between Thursday and now. Her lips molded to me perfectly, and with the right bite of need and impatience, she kissed me back and slid her hands up the sides of my face.

Goosebumps broke out over my skin and I rolled my shoulders as she spread her fingers into my hair. The scrape of her nails on my scalp teased me, but I didn’t stop unbuttoning her blouse.

“You thought ahead,” I taunted as I reached the last button. Tugging on her skirt, I grinned at her sexy blush.

“No. I didn’t. I just?—”

I kissed her silent, shoving her shirt apart.

As she moaned into my mouth, I sucked on her tongue and caressed her shoulders as I removed her shirt.

She wasn’t questioning it. She didn’t protest.

I pulled back when she was panting for air, and I smiled at the expanse of her bare skin for me to explore.

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