“Kingston lookedreallyfucking happy at dinner,” he muttered.
My heart thumped.
“You laugh at his jokes now?” he asked, voice deceptively calm. “Do his notes with him? Let him walk you to the dorm like he’s earned that?”
I backed up half a step. “I was being polite?—”
“That’s not what it looked like.”
His voice darkened as he closed the space between us, backing me toward the counter. One slow, measured step at a time.
“You worethisaround him?” he asked, eyes flicking to the towel like it offended him.
“Of course not—Luca, I?—”
He caught my chin, tilting it up, fingers gentle but firm. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”
I swallowed. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“You know what I hate?” he cut in, voice low and ragged. “The way helooksat you. Like he’s hoping I fuck up so he can take my place.”
His thumb brushed my jaw. “But you’renothis to look at like that. You’re not his to fuckingwant.”
I opened my mouth—he leaned in.
Not a kiss.
Just his lips brushing mine.
Hot. Barely there. Dangerous.
His breath hit my throat as his hands dropped to my hips.
His hand slid up, fingers tracing the line of my waist, the dip of my ribs.
“Do you even know what I want to do to you?” he rasped. “How long I’ve wanted it?”
His mouth brushed my cheek, then down to my jaw.
“I want you on your knees,” he whispered, “with that perfect mouth open, begging me to ruin it.”
His lips grazed my ear.
“Wanna drag you into the shower, soak that mouth with praise till you forget any man ever looked at you before me.”
His fingers traced the edge of the towel at my back.
“Want you in my bed,” he added, voice like a promise. “Naked. Writhing. My fingers inside you until you cry my name like a prayer.”
I gasped—he caught it with his mouth, swallowing the sound in a kiss that never landed.
“And then,” he said, “I’ll fuck you so slow and deep, they’ll hear it in every fucking dorm room across this campus.”
My knees buckled.
He caught me—of course he did.
Pressed me to the counter, his body pinning mine, but barely touching. That was the worst part.The restraint.