Page 45 of The Substitute
That son of a bitch.
He’s probably with Tobi right now.
I scarf down my food and hustle back to the dorm. They don’t always stay in, but if they are, I’m about to be very distracting.
SIXTEEN
TOBI
We get back to my room and both sit on my bed. I don’t know what to say, so I look over at him, hoping he’ll do the thing.
“If you keep biting your lip, I’m going to have to taste it myself.”
I blink at Savage, confused. “What?”
Savage reaches for me, cupping my jaw, and drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “You keep biting your lip. It’s making me jealous.”
“Jealous of what?”
“That I haven’t gotten to bite it.”
Good god, I want his lips on mine. Would he actually bite me? Hard or soft? Would he leave a mark?
The desire to find out floods my system, making me shift in my seat.
A lascivious grin transforms his face, turning his smile dark and sensual. With a snap, Savage closes his laptop and sets it aside without taking his eyes off me.
“I’m going to taste you.” It’s a threat and a promise, and I have never been more turned on in my life. “Come here.”
There’s no thinking, just my body flinging itself at him. In the next instant, I’m straddling his lap, zeroed in on his mouth while I pant in anticipation.
“I do like an eager boy.” Savage pulls me against him with a hand on the back of my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on my throat, nipping at my skin and exploring what’s exposed by my shirt.
“You’re the one that said we had to study first. You could have been kissing me this whole time.” The chastising I attempt is much more of a moan, but I don’t care since he’s setting off goosebumps across my body.
I want to touch him too, but don’t know where to start or what to do. Is it weird to rock against him? Fuck, I want to grind on him, drive him as crazy as he’s driving me, but then what? He liked it the other night when I touched him, but where do I start? And since he’s supposed to be in charge, do I need to ask first?
“You’re tensing up on me,” Savage says as he pulls back enough to look at me. “Do you need direction, baby girl?”
My face is hot. Hell, my entire body is. Between that nickname and him looking at me, I’m a mess. I’m clearly turned on, but now I’m embarrassed, too. I don’t know what I want. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this.
I cover my face with my hands and lean against his shoulder.
“Talk to me. What happened?” Savage runs a hand up and down my back.
“I don’t know.” My palms muffle my words.
“Nothing has to happen. You can tell me no.”
I groan and rock against him, clearly still hard. I don’t want him to stop, I just don’t know what the rules or expectations are here.
“Words, Tobi.”
“I don’t know what to do.” My face burns with humiliation. What twenty-one-year-old doesn’t know how to do this?
“What do you want to do?” There’s no judgment in his tone, just curiosity and acceptance. “Or what do you want to happen?”
“Can I touch you?” I whisper the words like, if he says no, it’ll be easier to take.
