Page 58 of The Torment of Two

Yep, he’s a fantastic distraction because I can’t think about anything right now aside from the way he made me come in his truck.

Two

“I’m going to be late,” I murmur, unable to keep my tongue out of her mouth long enough for her to give a response.

After class, we found our way into my car since we had a few minutes to spare before I needed to leave for my appointment. A few minutes turned into several and now I can’t stop kissing her.

Finally, Gemma has the strength to break away, flashing me a sweet smile that promises more later.

How much later?

Where will we go so we’re not bothered by anyone?

“Hemingford Hall later this afternoon?” I ask, voice raspy with need. “So we can work on our project.”

Truth is, our project is coming along nicely. The past couple of nights spent talking all night, we also worked on it. Our other classes may be suffering from our heated romance, but not my favorite one. It’s most definitely just an opportunity to spend some alone time with her.

“I’ll meet you there this time,” she says, nodding. “Mom is getting nosy.”

I cup her cheek with my hand. “Drive in circles if you have to if someone is following you.”

“I will. I’ll be careful.”

My eyes drop to her lips and she licks them, making the growing need for her spike to unhealthy levels. Before I can maul her again with my mouth, she gives me a small wave and climbs out of the vehicle. The slamming car door jolts me out of my Gemma haze. Surely I’ll get her out of my system soon and can think straight again.

She presses her nose to the glass of my driver’s side window and makes a silly face. I playfully thump the glass where her nose is earning a loud laugh that has me grinning.

Okay, so maybe I’ll never think straight again with her in my presence.

I wait, despite being super late, for her to get into her vehicle. Once she drives off, I follow her out of the parking lot and then head for my appointment with Tate. This time, he’s already there. I bound out of my vehicle and rush inside, chasing the scent of coffee and butterscotch. When I reach his office, I’m glad to see he hasn’t turned on the fireplace and is just setting his stuff down.

Not that late.

“Hey,” I greet as I make my way over to the fireplace. I crank it up despite the fire burning in my chest. “Bring me something good?”

Tate walks over to me and thrusts a cup at me. “Your fave.” He pauses to look me over. “You’re…different today. What’s up?”

I bristle at his observation and take my time sipping the butterscotch goodness. “Nothing.”

Tate snorts out a laugh. “Liar! Your hair is messier than usual and you have pink lipstick all over your mouth!”

Bringing my hand to my lips, I try to hide a smile at the thought of her leaving her mark on me. She was certainly mussed up when I was done with her. Apparently, she did the same to me.

“Please tell me it’s Golden,” Tate says, practically bouncing in his chair. “Please.”

“It’s Golden.”

He shrieks with happiness, making my ears hurt and my entire body cringe. Tate continues to do a giddy little dance in his chair, pleased as punch.

“I knew it.” He waggles a finger at me. “I’m great at reading people.”

“I didn’t like her at first,” I argue, though the attempt is lame. “She grows on you.”

“Trust me, I know the feeling.” He takes another sip of his coffee, eyes twinkling with delight. “Tell me how you got from Friday to today and everything in between.”

So I regale him with all the details, leaving out some of the moments like her shirt coming off and us getting caught. I also don’t tell him about the stalker because it’s none of his business. By the time I finish, we’re nearing the end of our session and he’s glowing with happiness. I guess I am too.

“This is great,” Tate says. “You really put yourself out there with her and got to know her. She sounds like a sweet girl.”

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