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Her gaze drops to my lips, and my heart hammers. I’m trying so hard to be a good guy. “Before you look at me like that, I have something to say. Clark doesn’t see you.” I reach out to brush my fingers along her cheeks. “He made you feel less today, and someone who likes you would never want you to feel less. You should be able to invite whoever you want to go out. You should dance under the bubbles, and a real man would never leave a girl outside her dorm like that.”
She pushes air through her lips until they vibrate briefly.
“Clark doesn’t deserve you. Tonight, he showed you the kind of boyfriend he would be. Is this how you want to feel after a night with him?”
“He was mean,” she agrees, then lifts her pretty blue eyes to me. “I only had fun with you.”
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Does that tell you something, sweetie?”
“It tells me I would have fun with you, but you don’t like me like that. You never have.”
My fingers sink into her upper arm, bringing her close. “What do you mean I never have?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
Not likely.
My stomach dips, and she looks away, red staining her cheeks. “What would you do if you knew I liked you?”
Turning back, she eyes my lips. “Kiss you. Like I’ve been wanting to.”
I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. Her lids flutter closed at the contact, like she’s anticipating the most precious moment.
Fuck my scruples.
I hover over her mouth. “I’d do the same.” Then I slide my lips over hers.
A softness greets me, reminding me of sweet innocence. Of purity. I want what lies underneath. True emotion and feeling. I nudge at her lips, begging her to open for me, and when she does, I tip her head back, sweeping my tongue inside her. She moans into my mouth, and my dick responds.Fuck.
She grabs my shirt and angles forward, meeting my lips with hungry kisses of her own. Our tongues clash, and my heart beats like crazy. I work my fingers into her hair, tugging her closer, keeping her there until I’m ravishing her mouth. I kiss her like she deserves to be kissed, filled with passion, and I’ve awakened a vixen.
“Zaiah,” she whispers against my lips, her breaths coming in harsh pants before she seals her mouth to mine again. Tiny moans rip from her throat, breathy and intoxicating. Her body starts to move with mine, and I yank her dress up to her hips, moving her so she can straddle my lap.
She breaks the kiss, wide-eyed. I can see the point when the vixen retreats and rational Len takes over. Her lips plump andopen, she takes a deep breath before saying, “You’re a great kisser. I knew you would be.”
I run my fingers underneath her chin, making her look at me again. “It wasn’t just me.”
“You think I’m good too?”
“I’m hard as a fucking rock, sweetie.”
Her gaze drops to my lap. “Well, that’s a normal physical reaction. It’s our brain chemistry that sends pleasure signals through our body and—”
“It was you, Lenore,” I tell her, pulling her forward so she can feel what she did to me. My dick meets yielding flesh, and I use everything in my power not to take this further. Not tonight.
She gasps. “Oh my—” Rocking forward, she moves my cock. “I didn’t think that was ever going to happen.”
“You thought about this?” I rasp, watching her slide over me, slow and steady.
She nods. “Even when you were with her.”
I grip her hips. I don’t want this moment to end.
Her breaths deepen. “I would want to touch myself thinking about you.”
Jesus Christ. I roll my body upward to feel her, and another soft gasp escapes her mouth.
“Did you…”