Page 43 of Little Devil

“I never liked you anyway.”

He makes a humming sound and moves closer, slowly moving my hair from my neck to inspect the makeup covering the hickey he gave me. My cheeks burn with his eyes on it and I have to force myself to keep breathing, wishing he didn’t affect me this way but loving it all the same.

He makes me feel alive and I crave it like a drug.

“I think you’re a liar,” he muses, and I almost agree with him, but then I remember what he was doing five minutes ago and snap myself out of it.

“What happened to Amy?”

“Who’s Amy?”

My brows dip and I look up at him, searching his face for the joke or the taunt, but there isn’t one.

He really doesn’t know who I’m talking about.

“She’s the blonde girl you were talking to just now,” I mutter, immediately regretting it when I catch the stupid grin on his face.

“Are you jealous?”

“Are you gonna fuck her?”

His grin widens and he rests his forearm on the wall above my head, crowding my space with his height and his body and those magnetic hazel eyes that make me want to melt for him.

Stop it, JJ.

“She saw me smoking in the parking lot after last period and threatened to tell my aunt,” he explains, looking me dead in the eye while he traces a finger over my bottom lip. “I don’t want her, baby. She’s got nothing on the way I feel about you.”

“How do you feel about me?”

“Like I wanna kiss you until you can’t breathe.”

My mouth parts but I snap it shut again, confused and a little turned on by his unfiltered honesty.

I, however, have none of that.

“I don’t want you to kiss me.”

“You sure?”

I nod once, but he doesn’t push me like I expected him to. Instead he cocks his head and backs away from me, reaching back to unlock the door behind him. I raise a brow and watch him open it, running my tongue over the spot he was just touching while I prepare myself for him to walk away.

A part of me knows he’s bluffing, testing me to see what I’ll do about it, but the other part is terrified he’s actually done with me, and I don’t like that part.

Without thinking too much into it, I snatch his crooked tie and yank him into me, quickly wrapping the fabric around my fist to speak over his lips. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll ruin your life.”

He smirks at that, holding my eyes while he drags my thigh up to his waist. “Maybe I’ll ruin yours.”

And fuck me, maybe he will.

I pull his mouth down to mine and he groans, sliding his hand up beneath my skirt to squeeze my ass. My hips buck and I arch my back out for him, eagerly raking my hands through his hair while he rubs his body against mine. He makes good on his word and kisses me until I run out of air, then he moves his mouth to my jaw and down to the crook of my neck.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this uniform?” he asks, hooking his finger beneath my thong to pull it to the side.

“You’re not fucking me right here.”

“Later, then,” he rasps, almost pleading. “Leave it on and meet me after school so I can get my dick back inside you.”

I moan and open my mouth to tell him I’ll do whatever he wants, but then two familiar voices fill the space on the other side of the door and I freeze, pulling back an inch to look at Xander. They probably don’t realize anyone’s in here because the lock is disengaged, but all it would take is for one of them to lean over and spot two sets of feet beneath the door.

---