Page 145 of Freshmeet
“We’ll meet you guys down there,” I said, eyeing Connor from across the room. He’d shown up in one of those tight white t-shirts, and I hadn’t been able to focus on pre-gaming with the girls.
“Uh-huh,” Olivia smirked, leading the rest of Frattic out the door and down to the Gamma house for the first party of Freshman Week.
“We’re finally alone,” Connor said, settling back in the kitchen chair.
I pushed off the wall and sauntered toward him. “Looks like.”
Connor’s eyes travelled down my body, and his legs parted to make room for me. “You look amazing tonight.” His gaze met mine, and he gave me a wicked grin. “Are you sure we have to go?” He fingered the hem of my sundress.
“Sadly, we do. I need to scope the crop of future rushees.” The floor vibrated under my feet from the heavy bass downstairs.
His rough fingertips dragged up the back of my thigh as he hummed.
Straddling his lap, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But we have some time. It’s only ten.”
Connor hummed, running his hands under my dress to palm my ass. Catching my bottom lip between his, he pulled me closer.
After weeks of sexual frustration, the doctor had finally cleared Connor for physical activity. By some stroke of luck, the knife hadn’t hit anything vital, so the recovery had been relatively simple.
Connor kissed down my neck as he bunched the skirt of my dress up to my hips, making it easier for me to grind down on his hardening cock.
“We probably shouldn’t fuck in the kitchen,” I moaned out the last word when Connor thrust up.
“Okay,” Connor grinned, his dimples making a much-appreciated appearance as he scooped me up.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, throwing my arms around his neck.
“Making my lady more comfortable, he said, bounding up the stairs to my room.
“Corny.”
“I try,” he said as he gently placed me on my feet. Fisting my dress, he pulled me closer.
“You’re wrinkling my dress,” I pouted.
Connor feigned an apologetic smile. “Oh my God, you’re right. Let me just—” He slowly dragged the soft cotton up my body, pulling it over my head without messing up my hair and makeup. Shaking it out, he carefully draped it over my desk chair. “There.”
“Thank you.” I went up on my tiptoes and lightly kissed him. “Now it’s your turn.”
His white t-shirt came off, and I traced the lines of his body with my blunt nails, my gaze falling to the healing wound that marred his perfect body. I still couldn’t believe he had almost died for me.
Catching my hand as a shiver went through him, he smiled. “I would do it again.”
“What?” I frowned.
Dropping a kiss on the tip of my fingers, he said, “I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
Swoon.
It’s one thing for a guy to say he would die for you. It’s another for him to back it up.
With a gentle shove, I fell back onto my bed.
Standing at the edge of the mattress, his eyes travelled all the rolls and dips of my body to my face. “Look at you.” He stroked his denim-covered cock.
I parted my thighs and crooked my finger. Connor licked his lips and crawled on top of me, his weight comforting, grounding. Balancing on his forearm, he brushed his lips against mine, deepening the kiss until we were writhing against each other.
The rough material of his jeans created a delicious friction against my clit. Heat pooled low in my belly as I rolled my hips against him.
