Page 82 of Scandalous Little Obsession

She thrusts her hips upward, eliciting a moan from me. If I didn't know better, I'd think I’m the virgin in this situation. I’m the one slowing things down, not the other way around.

"If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it begins." She doesn't heed my warning, though, instead thrusting and grinding herself against me.

Wrapping her hair around my hand, I tug, demanding access to her neck.

Things get hot and heavy in the blink of an eye. She strips me of my jeans, using her feet to shimmy them down to my ankles, while I kiss every inch of her neck and chest. Hands are everywhere, hers and mine. My lips blaze a trail across her body. Our heavy breathing echoes off the walls of her tiny dorm room.

Then there's a knock at the door.

"Evie, you in there?"

What in the actual hell? Why? Could he be more of a cock block?

"Evie?" he calls again when neither of us reply, my lips pressed against the swell of her right breast, my hand covering the left, tweaking her nipple through the thin material. "If you're in there, I just wanted to give you a heads-up Max is on his way over here in a little bit. Finn is stalling him the best he can, but you know it won't last."

"Fuck!" I whisper yell after we hear Brady retreat.

"Lock the door," is all she says as I roll off of her.

"You think that will stop him from breaking down the door and coming in here?" She doesn't answer as I slide my jeans up my legs.

Evie's hand on my thigh stops me.

"Don't you dare put them back on. In fact, give them to me." Lifting my brow in confusion, Evie stares at me, a challenge in her eye. Doing as she asks, I remove my jeans completely and hand them over to her.

Hopping off her bed, she marches over to her door, promptly locks it, and shoves my jeans under the small crack at the bottom.

"And what's that going to do?"

"It'll muffle all the moaning and screaming I plan on doing." Stopping directly in front of me, she places a hand on each hip and stares down at me. I smirk at her, attempting not to laugh.

If she really thinks that will help, she's crazier than I thought. There's no way in hell denim is going to keep the sounds she's going to make from echoing down the hall.

Reaching behind her, Evie unclasps her bra, the material slowly falling away.

Any thoughts of giving up, of not taking her, are locked away in the depths of my brain as I take her nipple in my mouth, pulling her to stand between my legs.

"Still too many clothes," she moans, her head falling back, the tips of her long waves brushing against my hands as I grip her hips to maintain some semblance of control.

Slipping a thumb in either side of her panties, I pull them over her hips, her thighs, and finally help her step out of them, sucking on her nipple the entire time. She pants, muttering my name over and over again.

There's another knock, but this time neither of us stop.

Evie straddles me on the edge of her bed, my lips moving to capture hers as she grinds against my erection, our simultaneous moans held captive by our kiss.

Another knock and I grip her ass, stand, and turn, gently placing her on the bed, our bodies never disconnecting. When I press against her center, rubbing my dick up and down through her slick folds, I have to grind my teeth together to keep from letting out a growl that would be heard across campus.

He knocks a few more times, but we don't pay him any attention.

"Leo." My name comes out on a breath as Evie wiggles her body beneath mine. "I need more."

"I know what you need, angel."

"Please," she begs, desperately arching her body against mine.

"Hold on."

Unsure if Max is still outside the door, I cautiously pull my jeans from beneath the door to retrieve my wallet and the two condoms I put in there on Halloween. The night I'd first hoped to be with Evie.

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