Page 19 of Pretty Lethal
“Fine, I’ll eat you out instead.”
I groan, my body begging to let him do that while my mind still refuses to bend. “Not that, either.”
“Ugh.” He groans, his face buried against my neck and his body flush against mine. “Blow job?” he asks, sounding hopeful as he grinds his hips into me—as though I wasn’t already aware of the erection prodding my stomach.
“Nope.”
He takes another second to gather himself before lifting his head and pouting at me. “You realize you’re denying me my deepest fantasy?”
I chuckle. “The one you’ve had for all of half a minute?”
A deeper emotion settles over his features as his hand comes to rest at the base of my throat. “Youare my deepest fantasy. I want you in every way imaginable, but I’ll take you in whatever way you’ll allow.”
I can’t decide if his words are sweet or downright filthy.
Leaning in, he kisses me deeply, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth as I cling to him. I’m on the verge of saying fuck it and spreading my legs for him right here and now when he pulls back far enough to stare into my eyes. Desire burns in his chestnut depths, only adding gasoline to my own flames. When he speaks, I damn near come at the dark promise in his voice. “However, Iwillbe fucking you on this desk before the end of the year.”
He steps away, and I have to stop from fanning myself. If you threw water on me right now, I’d sizzle. And he damn well knows it too, ‘cause he smirks like the cocky asshole he is.
“Unless you want me to fuck you right now?” he asks, cocking an elegant eyebrow.
God, I seriously fucking consider it, but by sheer willpower alone, I manage to shake my head and step away from the desk before I decide to bend over it and offer myself to him on a silver platter.
“No, no. I’m good.” His expression clearly saysyeah, right, but I ignore him. “Besides, we have a study date, remember?”
Teasing set aside, he scrunches his nose. “Wait, did you mean an actual study date?”
“What did you think I meant?”
“Ehh, a hook-up in the library.”
“Since when was ‘study date’ code for making out in the library?”
Wilder stares at me like I’m the dumbest human on earth. “Since, like, always.” He slings his arm over my shoulder, and we walk out of the classroom. “God, Em. You missed out on so much. It’s a little sad, but never fear, I’ll give you the college experience now.”
I keep my mouth shut and simply roll my eyes as we walk toward the library.
* * *
“You’re not even studying,”I chastise an hour later after silently watching Wilder do pretty much everything other than study. He has stared around the room, has made paper airplanes with his notepad, and has drawn stupid little drawings in the margins of his textbook.
Wilder stares at me like I’m being a cruel taskmaster, somehow forcing him to sit here and work. Leaning forward in his chair, he smirks. “I can think of other things I’d rather be doing,” he purrs in a clear innuendo.
Pursing my lips, I give him a dry look. “I’m serious, Wilder. You only have a few months left of college. And from what I can tell, so far, you’ve coasted your way through. Don’t you want to apply yourself?”
“Not particularly,” he drawls.
“Wilder,” I sigh. “Why are you even here? Why come to college if you’re not interested in it?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “The others were all coming here, and I didn’t want to get left behind or miss out on the experience.”
I reach across the table and place my hand over his. “I absolutely get not wanting to miss out on the college experience and to stay with everyone. But, Wilder, you’re paying a lot for an education that you don’t even appreciate. College is just four years of your life. It’s supposed to set you up for everything that comes after.”
He drops his gaze until he’s frowning at the table. “I don’t know what comes after. There’s nothing I’m particularly interested in or good at, and with my trust fund, I’ve never had to worry about getting a job after I graduate.”
“Now, I know that’s not true. There is plenty you are good at.” He arches a brow as though he doesn’t believe me. “You have a strong protective instinct. When Hadley went missing, you didn’t hesitate to go after her, and the same when it came to Mel.”
“Yeah, that’s because it was Hadley, andyou.”
