Page 124 of Study Buddies

“No.”

The doors slid open with a familiar noise and then Kyle took my hand and led me in there.

“I put it on now so it would be more fun to do this.”

“Do what?”

He didn’t bother to answer my question. Instead, he cupped my face and tilted my head up. My eyes closed under the blindfold even before I felt his soft inhalation on my face. When his lips met mine, I gave a little moan and took a step back even as my hands went up to his shoulders.

The wall of the elevator was directly behind me, and as Kyle worked magic with his mouth, he slid his hands up my arms.Then he grasped my wrists and pinned them to the elevator wall on either side of my head.

He was overwhelming my senses. I couldn’t see, but all I could feel, taste, hear, and smell was him. His body pressed against mine. His mouth smashed against mine. His strong hands interlaced with mine, holding them in place.

I moaned as he deepened the kiss. His hips pushed against me, and he was hard. Not just the hard, flat muscles of his abs, but hard all over. I groaned as he pushed against me, emphasizing the bulge in his pants

The elevator stopped and cool air hit me as the doors opened with a ding. But then Kyle let go of one of my hands, reached over, and the doors slid shut again. With my hand free, I wasted no time in cupping the back of his head, running my fingers through his short hair.

His hand settled on my hip, but then slid higher, his fingers stroking the side of my breast through the thin fabric of the dress.

Then the doors opened again, and he groaned. “Next time we need a slower elevator,” he grumbled as he put his arm around my shoulder and led me out into the night air.

It was the same as before, I walked nestled against him and let him guide me around several turns. I had no idea where we were, but when he stopped, I felt a tiny pang of disappointment.

His hands moved to the back of my head to untie the blindfold, but I stopped him. “Let’s wait until we’re back at your truck.”

I couldn’t see him, but I somehow felt his surprise. “I like the way you think,” he said huskily.

In truth, I didn‘t know what I was thinking—but I liked being so close to him. Being guided by him.

Trustinghim.

That was insane. After all, he’d blackmailed me into this date. But it felt like I could trust him anyway.

The air cooled, and from the surface of the ground, I knew we were in the parking lot. Plus I could smell something that was perhaps motor oil. Not my favorite scent, so I pressed my head against Kyle’s chest. He smelled much better than the nearby cars.

He held me tightly as he guided me along, and when he finally stopped, I heard him fishing his keys out of his pocket. I reached out a hand and touched the smooth side of his truck.

He pulled me back as he opened the door and then his hands were on my waist, lifting me into the air. I’d barely perched on the edge of the seat when my hands went to the blindfold. Suddenly, I wanted to see him. He looked hot-as-sin tonight, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.

The blindfold slid down to the floor, and I blinked until his vivid blue eyes came into focus. Except his gaze was focused on my bare thigh as the fabric of the dress fell away from it.

“The fucking slit in that dress,” Kyle growled, placing his hand on the gap left from the open fabric. “It was all I could think about the whole damn night.”

God, his touch felt good. His hands were always so large and warm. But still, I couldn’t help teasing him. “It was hidden under the table most of the night,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but I knew it was there.” He slid his hand up my thigh, and that was all it took for me to forget about everything else.

We reached for each other at the exact same moment.

His arms wrapped around me, low on my back, and he pulled me toward him. My legs parted giving him room to press in close. His mouth claimed mine again, and it felt even better now that he was standing between my knees, his bulge pressing against my core in a tantalizing way. This time, I let my handsstray all over him. His hair. His broad shoulders. His muscled back. God, touching him felt good.

And holy shit, being touched by him felt good. One large palm was pressed against my side, his thumb slipping in between us to rub my nipple. He groaned when he felt how hard it was.

My back arched, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and then he worked his way across my jaw. When he reached my neck, he made a long lick, as if I was his favorite flavor of ice cream.

God, it felt good. And it was yet another reason to wear my hair up—it gave him easier access.

Kyle’s other hand slid down my back to squeeze my ass, and my breath caught in my throat. He pulled me closer, grinding his erection against me, making sure I felt how big it was.

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