Page 133 of Dare To Live

“That didn’t take as long as I expected.”

Arabella glances over at me.

“I thought he might have had more to say. We have a while before the afternoon shenanigans start, I think.”

“Shenanigans?” Her lips curl.

I shrug. “Sounds a little less boring than guided tours around places that haven’t changed all that much.”

“We don’t have to carry on with the tour.”

I stop on the path. “Very true. In fact, there’s another tour I’d much rather take.”

“There is?” She frowns but follows me when I continue along the path. “I don’t recall seeing anything about other tours.”

“This one is on a need-to-know basis.” I push open the door to the building where most of the classes were held and walk along the hallway.

We’re outside the door to our old math room before she speaks again. “Did you need to get something?”

I toss her a smile over my shoulder while I turn the handle and open the door. “Something like that.”

Reaching back, I take her hand and pull her inside. I kick the door shut and have her backed against the wall before she realizes what’s happening. Her hands come up to press against my chest and she tilts her head back to look up at me.

“What are you doing?”

I rest my hands on the wall either side of her body and stare down at her.

“When we were in here earlier, do you know what I was thinking about?”

“All the times you spent with Kellan?”

“Guess again.”

She frowns. “How much you hate math?”

I chuckle. “No.” Lowering my head, I brush my nose along hers, then step back and tug her across the room.

I stop in front of a desk, turn, and wrap my hands around her waist so I can lift her and set her down on top of it. I use my knee to part her legs and stand between them.

“This was your desk.”

“I remember.”

I smile and lower my head. “Do you remember what I did to you on it?” I whisper against her ear.

She doesn’t need to answer because the redness in her cheeks tells me she does remember.

“Do you remember how I had to put my hand over your mouth to stop you calling out? Do you think about it at all? How you sat through the entire class, sticky and full of my cum? Do you ever think about the things we did, Ari? The risks we took. Looking back, you were fucking crazy to open yourself to me the way you did.”

I step closer. My dick is straining against the front of my jeans. I take her hand and press her palm against it.

“I want to apologize for everything I put you through, but there’s a part of me that tells me not to, because if I hadn’t done those things, I would never have gotten all your firsts.” My lips find hers and I kiss her, slow and leisurely. My tongue licks over her lips, slips between them when they part. “First kiss.” My hand lifts and palms her breast. “First touch.” I wrap my other arm around her waist and pull her forward until her pussy is pressed against my dick. “First fuck.” My teeth nip her bottom lip, suck it into my mouth, and then I draw back until it pulls free. “And I like that I was the one to get them.”

She gives a quiet moan, her fingers creeping beneath the hem of my shirt and up over my ribs.

My lips kiss a path along her jaw, down her throat, pausing to suck at the pulse beating at the base.

“My eighteen-year-old self didn’t understand what he was feeling back then. He thought he hated you and needed to break you. He didn’t understand that your darkness matched his. That the both of us were two parts of a whole.” My teeth graze over her shoulder, nipping and biting.

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