Page 112 of Rock Me All Night
"And what is it you're waiting for?"
He presses his lips into mine. His hands slide into my hair as his tongue swirls around mine. The kiss breaks and he pulls back. "That."
My heart thumps against my chest. I've ignored my body for days. It's time to give it a little attention.
His fingers skim my wrists. "I've been thinking about you all week."
Okay, it's time to have some fun. I tease him. "I'm been thinking about midterms all week."
He pulls his shirt over his head. "What are you thinking about now?"
"There was this angular velocity question."
"Are you only in science classes?"
I trace the lines of his chest. "Who's thinking about midterms now?"
He pulls me onto the bed. The gesture is messy. I slip and land on my side. He shakes his head like he's going to punish me.
"You think you're clever?" he asks.
"Absolutely."
He unzips my hoodie. Then his hands are on my stomach. My skin burns at his touch. Midterms seem so irrelevant now, but I'm not done teasing him yet. It's too much fun.
"And molecular biology," I say. "That was impossible."
He tugs at my t-shirt. I lift my arms to help him get it off.
His eyes pass over me slowly. Then it's his fingers skimming my sides. "You should have said hard."
My cheeks flush. "I, um..."
He unhooks my bra and pulls it off my arms. "Um…?"
I plant my hands on his chest and press my crotch into his. Hard. Yes, he is absolutely hard.
Deep breath. I want him desperately, but I want his smile as much as I want his cock. "And my Roman Poetry elective."
He unzips my jeans and pulls them off my ass. "That's a shit choice for an elective."
He runs his fingertips over the waist of my panties. A gasp escapes my lips. Midterms. Electives. They're so quaint, so far away, so much less important than this.
I rub my crotch against his. "It's better than you'd expect."
He shakes his head. "You're making this hard."
"I can tell."
He smirks. "But I'm going to beat midterms."
"You really can't." I press my lips to his. Damn, he tastes good. And I feel good. Light. Like I can float.
"That so?"
I nod. "It's all biology."
He laughs.
Then he makes me forget what year it is.
