Page 22 of Meeting Melody
“Look outside.”
I stalk to the window and peer out at his truck. It’s… well, fuck. It’s covered in snow. The footprints of us entering his house are gone, and I can barely see past his truck to the road. You could convince me that there was never any road at all.
“You did this on purpose,” I accuse.
“Yes.”
I wheel around, only to find himright there. I back up and hit the window, sliding down until my ass catches on the sill. I ball my fists in his shirt, ready to shove him away…
But I pull him closer.
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She drags me down, and I’m not about to resist her. She rises to meet me, and her lips touch mine carefully. It’s sweet, and I try not to freak her out by just bulldozing through it. Becausethisis what I’ve been waiting for.
This is where our game ends.
Our lips slide together, and her tongue licks the seam of my mouth. Mirroring what I did to her earlier with the whipped cream. My lips part, and she makes a little whimpering noise when our tongues touch.
She tastes like sugar and chocolate, and my dick stiffens in my pants. I grip her sides, drawing her closer to me. Her tongue is exploring my mouth, tangling with mine, and I might just explode. It’s just a fucking kiss, but I’m coming apart at the seams already.
Her breasts push into my chest. I hold on to the sweatshirt, then release it and go lower, finding the hem. I lift the heavy fabric up, until my hands skate along the bare skin between her shirt and pants.
Melody gasps into my mouth. I force her tongue out of my mouth and mine into hers, chasing her. Tastingher, the ridges of her teeth, swallowing those noises she isn’t holding back.
Fuck.
I pick her up and put her harder against the window, higher. To account for our height difference. She wraps her legs around my waist, but her hands go for my shirt. They shove it up, and we part long enough for her to tear it off me completely.
Her gaze drops to my chest, then lower. My abs.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Jesus fuck. Why are you even bothering with me?”
“Because you’re beautiful.” I touch her under her chin, drawing her face back up. So she will look me in the eye. “I mean that.”
“You want an A that bad, huh?”
I growl. “We’re beyond that.”
“How so? Everything you do has an ulterior motive.”
I tighten my hold on her thighs. She’s not getting out of this so easily, and I have her where I want her. She has me where she wantsme, too, but she’d never admit it. This is just a last-ditch attempt to sabotage us.
“Fail me, then,” I say, if only to goad her. Or show her that I don’t give a shit about the grade. I’ll get Steele to help me more, I’ll actually study and put in the effort. But only because being inside her, having her wrapped around me, has been something I’ve been imagining since the start of the semester. I repeat, “Fail me and put me out of my misery.”
“I will,” she whispers. “You’ll be the first person I’ve failed due to lack of caring, but that won’t stop me.”
“Good.” I drop her legs and tear her pants down.
She kicks them away and lunges for me again. We collide. I want her to feel beautiful—but I don’t think she’s in that state of mind. The way she’s digging her nails into my skin like she wants to draw blood, she’s furious.
She doesn’t believe me.
Part of me doesn’t believe it either.
Maybe I’ll put in the work and impress the shit out of her.
