Horror morphs her pretty features as she leans as far away as I allow while she’s tucked beneath my arm. She shakes her head. “Don’t call me that. Don’t call me that ever again.”
“See, that’s the thing, baby.” I pause, dragging my teeth over my lip. “I’m going to call you that, because I do what I want. And I want you to be my fake girlfriend.”
She tosses her hands in the air. “Why can’t you ask some other girl! There are so many who would jump at the chance. They’re—” Hesitation stops her, cutting off her words. Her blue-green gaze falls to the floor, lashes brushing her cheeks. “They’re prettier, and actually want to be around you.”
Thea doesn’t think she’s pretty? How can that be possible? What a load of shit.
This is taking so much work. Not only that, it’s cramping my style and putting a wrecking ball through the ruthless cred I’ve built for myself in the last couple of years. I’m supposed to strike so much fear in the hearts of everyone in this town that I snap my fingers and they jump.
With a scoff, I put my hands on her shoulders to make her face me. “I can’t use any other girls because they’re all insipid and plastic. They’ll read too much into playing domestic bliss for me. Fuck that.” I step closer, toying with her hair, sinking my fingers into the strands framing her face. It’s soft as hell, slipping over my skin. Her breath catches and she stares up at me. She smells so nice. “You, on the other hand, my sweet little mouse, are nothing more than a pawn and you know it.”
It’s heady to be so close after I’ve been imagining it. So many thoughts run through my hea
d. Does she make the same sounds in person, or will it be different? Better? If I kiss her neck and put my lips on that sun-shaped birthmark on her thigh, will she tremble deliciously?
But instead of melting into my arms or wrapping her thick thighs around my waist, she struggles, turning her face away. Those pink, glossy lips set in a frown.
“Let me go,” she demands quietly.
Stubborn little thing. I breathe out slowly.
I’ve never worked this hard for a hookup. Girls fall onto my dick. Shit, Thea fell into what we were doing easily. If someone wasn’t into it, I’d always moved on to the next girl or three in line.
But I want Thea. I need to have a taste of her, and if I’m tying her to my side for the foreseeable future, I’ll seduce her.
This close, her honeyed scent makes me want to swing her around, pin her against the desk, and kiss those rosy lips until they’re swollen.
Trailing my hands from her shoulders down her back, I snake my arms around her waist, trapping her in my hold. She shoots a wide-eyed look up at me.
“What are you doing?” Her question comes out a little breathless.
This is affecting her, and I’ve barely done anything.
The corner of my mouth lifts as I lean close enough to press my lips to her ear, letting my hands roam when she stays still. I squeeze her hips and sneak my tongue out to lick the shell of her ear.
Thea sucks in a breath, shoulders shaking in a shiver. She bows her head, hiding behind her hair. “C-Connor.”
The bell rings, but neither of us move.
“I’ll still pretend to be Wyatt. You’ll know it’s me, but nothing has to change. I’ve really liked being your sexting buddy. We can keep what we have going. Why waste a good thing, right?” My lips brush her ear again. “And I make you feel so good.”
The whimper that escapes her is music to my ears, drawing a grin from me. She allows herself to lean into me, touching my chest. My lids fall to half mast as she smooths one palm down my torso. I hum in encouragement. Screw next period.
“That’s it, baby,” I croon, squeezing her ass. “Give in. We’ll have such a good time together. We can get started right now.” I clap a hand on the high science desk behind me, chuckling when she jumps. She won’t be acting like a scared mouse once I get my mouth on her. “Come sit up on this lab table and spread those legs. I want to eat you.”
She sways into me, digging her nails into my shirt. Her voice is so soft I have to focus to hear it when she speaks. “You’re crazy and entitled.”
With that accusation, she launches herself at me, fingers scrabbling. At first I attempt to catch her, thinking she’s trying to kiss me—hell yes, that’s what I want.
But she’s not trying to kiss me.
Thea snatches my phone and scampers back a couple of steps, breathing hard as she fumbles with the screen. I blink, trying to process what’s happening.
“Damn it,” she curses.
“Ah, ah.” I wave a finger in disapproval. “You won’t get it unlocked to delete your photos or your number.”
“Yes I will.” She flashes me a determined look, brows flattened.