Holy shit.
Colton shook his head as if to clear it. Then he squinted his eyes and hesitantly asked, “So…we’re going to have sex then? We’re really going to have sex?”
I blew out a breath, feeling dazed. “Yeah,” I said slowly. Ohmigod, what had I just said? And why did I add, “I guess so.”
“Okay, then.” His chest heaved and he once again shook his head as if he was trying to wrap his brain about this new development. “We, uh, well, we probably need to work out the when and where, huh?”
I nodded, still too shocked to think properly. “Yeah. Probably.”
This was so bizarre. We were discussing a hookup as if scheduling a boring study group. And yet when I looked up at him, I almost came. I was so turned on and ready for him now, my body was buzzing and super sensitive. But what made me really ache was seeing how hungry and ready he looked.
“I don’t work tonight,” I blurted.
He nodded. “Tonight’s fine with me.”
“Unless—” I started only to stop and bite my lip for being so impatient and wanting him sooner.
“Unless what?” he pressed, looking about as impatient and turned on as I felt for him.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I have class in five minutes. I shouldn’t skip.”
“Yeah.” He ran his hand through his hair, and oh shit…I was even more turned on now. I was so going to get my hands in that hair again when we got together. “I have class too. I shouldn’t skip mine either.”
But his jaw tensed as he watched me molest his hair with my eyes. A second later, he grabbed my hand and started striding deeper into the student union. “Dammit. We’re skipping class.”
JULIANNA’S CHAPTER | 16
He only dragged me a few steps before reality struck home. “Wait, Colton. Wait!” I dug my feet in, stopping us.
He jerked to a halt and turned to me, looking distinctly in pain. I knew exactly how he felt, but one of us needed to be practical here.
“This is crazy,” I said, the God’s honest truth. Besides… “A quickie on campus is not going to cut it.”
“Fuck,” he whispered and blew out a harried breath. “You’re right.” Chewing on his bottom lip, he glanced around us. I could practically see his mind spinning as he tried to think up a way around our dilemma.
But all I could do was watch his teeth sink repeatedly into the fleshy fullness of his lip.
“Stop,” I croaked, holding up a hand. “Stop chewing on your lip like that.”
“What?”
When he paused mid-chew, his eyebrows crinkled in confusion, I confessed, “It’s sexy as hell and not helping the situation at all.”
His bottom lip popped free of his teeth as he gaped openmouthed at me. Then he shook his head. “Yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to wait until tonight to get inside you.”
He ran his hand through his hair again and blew out a breath. I pressed my legs together, trapping the ache as tightly as possible between my thighs.
“What about an appetizer?” He snapped his fingers and grinned with accomplishment.
I frowned, confused. “Appetizer?” I wasn’t hungry. I was horny.
He nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Quick meaningless consumption to help quell the craving until you’re served the full course. And it’s all part of one eating experience, right, so technically we could still do something now, then the real deal later, and just group it all under one event. One and done.”
Ooh, an appetizer.
That was actually a genius idea.
I nodded, agreeing. I’m sure we both knew a freaking appetizer was utter bullshit. If we had a quickie here and now and then met again this evening for more, it would most definitely be two separate sexual encounters entirely.