Page 43 of The Off-Limits Play

But I can’t go fucking Nylah, so I’m forced to talk to her, to listen… and it’s way more fun than I thought it’d be.

My mind jumps ahead to what will happen when we get back to campus. She told me she lives in Buckley Hall. I’m pretty sure I know where that is, but I could always get lost on the way there, right? I don’t want this night to end, but shit… I can’t keep her out until sunrise, and I can’t hang in her dorm. If I take her back to my place, the guys will lose it if they see her… and it’s not like I can hide her away in my room, because if the feel of her thighs squeezing me from behind is anything to go by, there’s no way I don’t want her beneath me, her fingers digging into my ass while I plunge inside her.

Fuck! Don’t go there, man! You can’t!

Gritting my teeth, I pick up speed as I reach a long, straight stretch of road. Nylah tenses, her grip tightening, and I ease off the gas, adding an extra few minutes to the ride as I amble back to Nolan.

By the time we finally reach campus, she’s as stiff as a board.

I pull over near the park by Buckley Hall. It’s been fully restored after the fire damage and is now one of the nicest dorms on campus.

“You said Buckley, right?” I ask as soon as the engine is cut, even though I already know the answer.

“Yep.” She gets off the back of my bike, and I reach out to steady her.

“Of course you’re in Buckley.”

“Why do you say that?” Her face looks kind of cute all squished into that helmet, and I would smile if her fingers weren’t shaking so badly.

“Here.” I take over for her, softly explaining, “I figure your dad has some sway in the school and can get you into the nicest dorm on campus.”

“It doesn’t work like that. Or if it does, he hasn’t abused his position here. I just got Buckley because a space opened up. I’ve only been living in the dorm for a few weeks.”

“You enjoying it?” I pull the helmet off her head, expecting her standard smile and enthusiasm, but instead her lips are twitching like she’s not sure how to answer my question. “You have a shitty roommate or something?”

“No.” She quickly hides her expression. There’s that golden smile of hers again, but it’s not as trustworthy as the one I’ve been looking at most of the night.

I narrow my eyes.

“She’s great. Really. She’s just… hard to get to know.” Nylah bites her bottom lip, crossing her arms and looking away from me. “Some things take time, and I just… I miss my bestie.”

“Who’s that? G-Dawg?”

She snorts and shakes her head, then cringes. “Actually, yes. But also my friend Hayley. She got into Princeton. And she’s really busy.” Nylah swallows, looking kind of vulnerable.

Why is my chest suddenly hurting?

I don’t like this feeling.

I don’t like the sad look on her face either.

I need to make her feel better.

But how?

And before I can even answer my own question, my hand shoots out, wrapping around her arm and dragging her toward me.

I swear all my logical brain cells just died in unison, because now I’m cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

And not just some chaste kiss like you see in the movies. I go for it. My mouth covers hers like she’s mine, and I don’t hesitate a beat before parting her lips with my tongue and staking a very obvious claim.

What the fuck are you doing?

Have you lost your mind?

Yep, pretty sure it’s gone into hiding, because the only thing working on me right now is a body that wants this woman in all the ways.

Her tongue is warm and meeting my commanding thrusts like she wants this.

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