Page 35 of Trust Me Always

I peek behind me, meeting a pair of green eyes.

“Hey, beautiful.” Alister smiles assuredly, but I can feel the unease in his hold on me. His fingers twitch the slightest bit, unsure that this is okay.

I’m not sure it is either, yet I keep dancing, my eyes apparently glued to his over my shoulder.

Little by little, his grip tightens, and when I don’t protest, he tugs me into him until there’s no space between us.

His hand comes up, fingers running along my jaw, and my lips part.

The moment he loosens his hold, I spin, our chests now pressed together, as if we both not only knew exactly what to do but when to do it, our bodies in tune with each other’s in a way only lovers—past lovers!my hindbrain shouts—are.

We keep dancing, my leg between his and his between mine, and with every dip of our hips, I grind against him; he grinds against me.

I’m sweaty and probably drunk and most definitely turned on.

I haven’t had sex since the afternoon I left his bed nearly two semesters ago, and my body is remembering the way he treated it.

Very,veryfucking well.

Alister’s eyes flare, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips, and I can’t take it.

Ripping myself away, I tear down the hallway, clenching my eyes closed.

Stupid girl, what are you doing?

“Cameron!” he shouts, his calls never growing more distant because, like I knew he would, he follows.

You’re an idiot, you’re an idiot, you’re an idiot.

People are scattered all around, but I ignore them, quickening my pace.

I get to the end of the hall, then take the stairs two at a time, rushing up and around the mini library.

Just as I pass it, my wrist is caught, and I’m yanked around, Alister having been hot on my heels.

“Please don’t run?—”

I shove him against the wall, silencing him when I crash my lips to his.

He freezes, but only for a split second, and then he’s on me.Gripping and squeezing, smashing me to him, his tongue pressing into my mouth and tangling with mine.

My skin prickles with need, my body burning with it.

I tear away, and he stares at me with pink smeared across his mouth, eyes dark, pupils dilated.

He frowns slightly, but then he hears the soft click of the knob, and his head snaps over his shoulder, realizing where we are. Where I led him.

To the very place I left him—his bedroom.

His eyes slice to mine again, but I don’t give him time to speak. I shove him into his room and kick the door closed behind me.

I knew he’d follow me, just like I knew where I was going.

Smart? Probably not, but the decision was made, and I’m good with it.

I tear at his clothes, and he helps me peel his shirt from over his head. I push him to the mattress, throw my own top somewhere to the side, and we scoot back until I can straddle him near the headboard.

My hands dive into his hair, and I kiss him hard, drowning in his familiar taste. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls free, dipping down to kiss my neck. He sucks lightly, his hands coming up to cup me over my bra, and I roll my hips into him, chasing the heat.

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