Page 46 of I Wish I Would've Chosen You

He slides a hand under my shirt and palms my breast. I place my hand against his pants, feeling his cock stiffen and harden under my touch.

My nipples harden against his fingers, begging to be caressed.

To my surprise, he doesn’t pull away from me. He kisses me harder, silently demanding that I open my mouth a bit wider. I moan as he slides his tongue against mine, as he gently squeezes my nipple.

He slowly releases his hold, leaving me bereft and on the verge of begging, but then he grips my hips and pulls me into his lap.

I can feel how hard his cock is through the pajamas, and I desperately want—no,need—to feel him inside me, so I rock against him.

“You want me to fuck you, Genevieve?” he whispers against my mouth. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes…”

“Are you sure?” He tears his mouth away from mine and presses his lips against my neck.

“I won’t let you move like this…” His hands are still on my hips, so he adjusts my rhythm, slowing my fast and hectic movements, letting me feel how thick and long his strokes would be. “You’d have to take all of me, and it won’t be this easy,” he says.

Knockkkk! Knockkkk! Knockkkk!

Heavy banging against his door forces us apart.

Ugh.

Panting, we stare at each other.

For a moment, I believe that maybe we’re just hearing things, but the knocks return.

“Woo hoo!” The unmistakable voice that belongs to Miss Shaw floats down the hall. “Liam, I know you’re in there!”

He lifts me off his lap. “Hide in the bathroom closet.”

I pick up the pajama top and follow his instructions. Pulling the door shut, my heart pounds against my chest.

“In the mood for an all-nighter?” Miss Shaw asks him. “The best way to grade projects is with a partner and wine.”

“I’m actually in the middle of something right now.”

“Well, put an end to it and hang out with me.”

The door shuts and I can practically picture her pushing her way into the kitchen. The sound of bottles hitting his marble counters follow, and I hope he won’t leave me in here for too long.

I pull out my phone to text him, but through the slit of the door, I see Miss Shaw walking into the bathroom.

She leans close to the mirror and splashes her face. Then she spritzes perfume on her neck and leaves.

I let out a deep sigh, and decide not to risk texting him after all.

“You know, rainy days are the best days on this campus,” Miss Shaw says. “It’s the perfect ‘making love’ weather.”

“It’s also goodreadingweather,” Liam says.

“Oh, come on!” She laughs. “Let your guard down a little. We’re both done with classes for the day, and I brought…Shit.”

“Something wrong?”

“This isn’t the wine I intended to bring, and I left the weed brownies.” She groans. “Can you give me ten to twenty minutes to go home and come back?”

“Absolutely.”

---