Kissing Killian (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 5)

“How about you let me be the judge?”

Ignoring her question, I make a left down Greek Row and pull over in front of the Kappa Delta chapter house. “How about you get out of my car?”

She punches me in the arm, but her touch is so light I barely feel it. “You’re such a jerk.”

I’m intentionally trying to push Jade away. I don’t want her to like me. She needs to hate me or maybe like me a little less. Her pussy was so tight I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to fuck her. Her scent is burned into my nostrils, the taste of her still on my tongue.

Snap out of it, Kade.

“I’ll see you in class on Monday,” she hisses and then pushes open the door.

When she slams the door, I want to scream. But at least she’s gone. Regardless of the class we share, she can’t force me to talk to her. She made it clear she’s not going to tell. So, I can relax a little bit, though, I can’t get too comfortable.

Jade could change her mind at any minute, and then my entire crew will be fucked. I have to keep tabs on her. I need to keep her close. Maybe if I give her what she wants, she will keep her mouth shut.

Thinking over the consequences, I get out of the car and yell over to her. “Come next week. I’ll even let you ride with me.”

I shouldn’t allow it, but I know that’s what Jade has wanted from the start. Maybe if I give her a little, she’ll lose interest and drop this stupid game we’re playing.

She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes. “Really?”

I nod, and her face brightens even more.

“See you in class, Killian.”

When I open the double doors to the lecture hall on Monday morning, students are crowded in the aisles. The professor is waiting behind the podium. Jamie is already in the back, and Jade is sitting a few rows in front of him.

It’s as if I can’t shake her. No matter where I turn, she’s there to remind me of the favor I owe her. I’m not even sure what she wants other than a life. But what she doesn’t realize is my life isn’t a game. I do what I do out of necessity.

Instead of taking my place next to Jamie, I slip into the desk next to her. She shoots me a look, so evil her eyes slice through me. Acting as though she’s uncomfortable, she clutches the edge of the desk, her gaze focused on the front of the classroom.

“I’m mad at you,” she coos.

I reach out and cup my hand over hers holding her in place. The heat that travels between us is intense but calming. We both feel it. She can’t deny what we share is more than our physical attraction for one another. Even I hate to admit it.

“I’m sorry about Saturday night,” I whisper. “I was an asshole.”

She stills in her chair, allowing me to thread my fingers between hers, the energy she radiates coming off her in waves. By stroking her skin with my thumb, I get her undivided attention. She locks onto me staring into my eyes. We share a moment where her lips part, along with her thighs. I never miss the response I get from Jade.

Staring down at her legs, I lick my lips. The professor begins speaking into the microphone, but I can’t stop thinking about what I want to do to Jade, especially when she’s wearing a skirt which is going to allow me easy access. Her thighs are long and toned, and when I reach between them, tiny bumps dot her skin.

She should stop me.

I should stop myself.

But I want to feel her again, connect with her on a more intimate level.

No one can see us back here other than Jamie. Not like he gives a shit. The class sizes at Strickland University are larger than other schools. With the desks situated up high enough that no one can see, I tell myself it’s okay to keep going.

Unable to think of anything other than what’s beneath the thin material between her legs, I slide my hand further up her thigh rubbing the silky fabric. If we were alone, I’d kiss every inch of her, make her come with my tongue, and then thrust my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. But she will have to settle for the next best thing.

She lied to me.

Sex is what she wants from me.

Getting a peek into my world is only an added bonus.

Ever since freshman year I’ve known that Jade likes me. She’s made attempts plenty of times, all of which I had ignored because I was scared to let anyone in. I didn’t want the truth about my life coming out. She still terrifies me, but with each encounter, I can’t deny the fact I’m starting to like her. She’s like an itch I need to scratch.