This time, she moans, and I feel it as well as hear it. I redouble my efforts, licking and biting and sucking and squeezing. She’s making noises I’ve never heard her make—hell, that I’ve never heard anyone make—and her hands fly to the sides of my head, fisting my hair and yanking on it.
I don’t stop torturing her breasts, but my free hand finds its way up her skirt, and oh holy fucking Jesus, she’s soaked. The crotch of her panties is completely damp, and when I push the fabric aside and run a finger through her folds, I can feel myself getting coated in her cream.
The deep keening sound falls from her mouth again, and her hips buck against my hand.
Goddammit. Goddammit. Goddammit.
I’m about to blow my fucking load in my pants. My cock is so hard it’s pressing painfully against my zipper, and I finally abandon her breast to work my button and fly open as I lift my head to kiss her again.
When she hears the sound of the zipper, Emma’s body stiffens. She shoves hard at my shoulders, tearing our lips apart, and when she sees my pants hanging low on my hips, my cock tenting the fabric of my boxers, her jaw drops open slightly.
This is the moment when I expect the madness to end. She’ll shove me away from her and slip out the door, running for her life.
But that moment never comes.
Electric energy hovers in the space between us for a heartbeat, and then Emma’s hands find my shoulders again—only she’s not pushing me away, she’s hauling me back toward her. Rage flashes in her eyes again, and her lip curls up as she snarls like an animal.
“You better fuck me like you mean it, West Montgomery. Because it will never happen again.”
The disdain in her voice ignites something in my blood, and I growl back at her as I shove my boxers down, freeing my cock. I’m filled with an overwhelming need to prove to her that she’s wrong—that once this happens between us, she’ll never be able to walk away from me. We’ll never be able to let go of each other.
I press her legs open and step between them, sliding both hands up her skirt as I devour her lips in a rough, consuming kiss. The fabric of her panties is sensible cotton instead of fancy lace, but it shreds just fine. I yank the scraps off her body and toss them aside, and then I’m lining myself up with her wet heat and thrusting hard inside, filling her in one hard stroke.
She’s tight. She’s so fucking tight, and there’s a split second of resistance before I’m buried balls deep inside her.
Emma lets out a pained cry, her fingernails digging into my upper back as she bites her lip.
I freeze.
Or maybe time freezes.
Either way, the whole world seems to stop.
Holy fuck.
“You’re… a virgin?” I grit out, tilting my head to look down at her.
“Was.”
The pain still echoes in her voice, but there’s something like triumph in her eyes. Like she just won a game I didn’t even know we were playing.
Like she wanted me to hurt her, and she just got her wish.
Her tight pussy is still gripping me, and I have to take a sharp breath in through my nose to get my shit back under control. I’m a hair’s breadth away from losing it, but I can’t. I won’t let myself—yet.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She huffs a breath, and a dark sadness crosses her features, even though her lips tilt up into a smile. “You’ve spent the entire year trying to convince everyone at this school I’m a whore. Why would you have believed me if I told you I was a virgin?”
Because those rumors are lies. I know it, and my boys know it. We fabricated every one of them.
I feel a sharp pain in my chest, as if Emma slipped a knife between my ribs while I wasn’t looking.
And maybe she did.
Lingering pain still hovers on her features, and her jaw is set, clenched tight against the discomfort. She tips her chin up, shooting me a challenging gaze, daring me to finish this.
My dick jerks, as turned on by her fierce defiance as it was by her desperate neediness earlier.