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“Yeah?” Tightening his hold on my elbow, Johnny tugged me closer until I was flush against him. “How much?”

“Like, a crazy fucking amount,” I whispered.

“A crazy fucking amount?” Smirking, he tilted his head to one side. “That sounds dangerous.”

“It is.” I nodded eagerly. “Very.”

Grinning, Johnny dipped his face, closing the space between us. “I think I’ll take my chances,” he whispered, and then brushed his lips against mine.

Once, featherlight, twice, a little firmer, and then…oh god.

His tongue swept into my mouth, stroking against mine, and my breath hitched, my eyelids fluttering closed.

My hands shot out of their own accord, fingers knotting in his navy school jumper, as I kissed him back with everything I had in me. Whatever I had in this moment, I gave it all up to him, both unable and unwilling to hold back the feelings bursting out of me that were all aimed solely at him.

I knew people could see us—we were standing in the middle of the corridor with his teammates less than ten feet away—but I just didn’t care anymore. I could hear the bell sounding for class, I could hear voices around us, people calling his name and wolf whistling, but I couldn’t find the willpower required to tear myself away. I couldn’t find it in my heart toworry.

Johnny kept one hand on my elbow, holding me roughly against his chest, while his free hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place, letting me know with every thrust of his tongue that he really did like my trouble.

Oh god…

The bell sounded again and then we were cloaked in a sudden silence.

Trembling, I clung to him, struggling to handle the heat rising up inside of me. The pressure in my chest was almost too much and I gasped into his mouth, needing more and needing him to stop in one breath. Because I couldn’t contain the feeling erupting inside of me. I couldn’t stop my heart from railroading off course and charging straight for him.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Breaking the kiss, Johnny stared down at me, breathing hard. “You’re my girlfriend now, right?”

Feeling slightly dazed, I craned my neck and stared up at him. “Huh?”

“My girlfriend,” he repeated, looking nervous. “Are you?”

“Uh, I–I…”

“Because I’ve never done this before.” He glanced around the empty corridor before turning his attention back to me. “And I need to know where I stand with you.”

“Oh.” I shrugged helplessly. “Neither have I.”

“Shite, yeah, sorry.” He blew out another nervous breath, looking achingly vulnerable. “So, are you?”

Was he asking me toconfirmI was his girlfriend or was he asking me tobehis girlfriend? Or was he asking me if IthoughtI was? Oh god, I didn’t know and my mind was reeling, my heart too cautious to make the assumption for fear I was reading this whole thing wrong.

“I don’t know,” I finally replied, heart racing wildly. “Am I?”

Johnny touched my cheek, his knuckles grazing over my skin with a featherlight touch. “I really fucking hope so.”

“Yeah?” A deep sense of relief washed through me and I whispered, “Me too.”

“And I’m yours.” Grinning, his hand slipped from my elbow to my ass, giving me a little squeeze, before he stepped back and released me. “Just so you know whereyoustand.”

My heart slammed so hard against my chest that I felt a little faint. “Oh…okay.”

He then proceeded to tug his shirt out from the waistband to conceal the very impressive bulge in his gray school trousers. “I’m supposed to be in double accounting with Doyle, and I have no fucking clue how I’m going to concentrate on spreadsheets,” he explained with a grimace. “What are you late for?”

“I’m, ah…” Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts but my gaze kept returning to his blatant erection. “I’m supposed to be in maths.”

When he caught me staring, Johnny shrugged sheepishly. “It’s, uh, yeah,that’sprobably going to happen a lot when I’m with you,” he explained with a small shake of his head. “But just know that I’m not getting any notions, okay? Just ignore it and it’ll go away.”

What if I don’t want to ignore it?

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