Page 100 of The Girlfriend Agreement (Conwick U #1)

Snorting, I glance down at my feet to hide my flush when my eyes catch on my watch. I’ve been back here for over ten minutes. Shannon is going to think I walked out on her, or that I died under an avalanche of library books.

“Crap, I need to get back,” I mutter, wiping my wet cheeks with the heels of my hands.

Damian presses a thumb to my chin, catching a stray tear I miss. “Math waits for no one,” he says with a shrug, then his grin turns devilish. “How soon can you be done here? I am dying to have my way with you.”

Heat curls in the lowest depths of my stomach, and spreads through me until I feel it everywhere. If my cheeks weren’t red before, I guarantee they are now.

I swallow hard, pressing my thighs together. “Give me five,” I rasp.

When we make it back to Damian’s dorm, it’s like that drunken night in September all over again.

Being separated the last handful of days after nearly five months of almost daily interaction has amped our mutual longing up to eleven, and we collide in the hallway in a desperate clash of tongues and roaming hands before we even reach his room, unable to stop ourselves from touching each other.

When we finally tumble through his door a few moments later, our clothes are quickly discarded.

His lips find my neck as he backs me toward the bed, one hand cupping my breasts as the other moves to grip my ass, his fingertips skimming dangerously close to the building heat between my legs.

Then his hands are on my face, and he’s trailing his lips over my mouth, my cheeks, my forehead, only pausing before each kiss to sprinkle me with compliments that have me blushing.

“You’re brilliant.”

“You’re funny.”

“You’re incredible.”

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers last in my ear, and goosebumps pimple my skin at the astonished way he murmurs those words, like he almost can’t believe I’m his when I’m the one who can’t believe he’s mine.

I moan when our mouths meet again, his tongue slipping past my lips, and I melt in his arms as his kiss consumes me, body and soul.

Every light skim of his fingertips against my bare flesh leaves a trail of electric fire in its wake, his touch lighting me up from the inside out until I’m burning with an overwhelming need for relief, like a sun on the brink of a supernova.

For all the similarities this moment holds to the one-night stand that caused our lives to intersect again, there’s something different about it.

Something softer. More intimate. I guess because, as hard as we tried to keep emotion out of our agreement, it ultimately found its way in anyway, transforming this thing between us into something we both urgently needed, even if neither of us was aware of it at the time.

Maybe fate is real like Ronnie believes, and everything that’s happened was necessary so we could find our way here—to this place where two people who seem wrong for each other end up being exactly right.

A perfect solution to a seemingly impossible equation.

And Damian is perfect for me. I see that so clearly now that all I feel in that once empty space between us is that desperate love squirming inside me. It begs for me to let it loose. To scream the truth from the top of my lungs.

To tell him.

The words take shape in my mouth, but I can’t bring myself to stop kissing Damian long enough to say them, and my ability to form coherent thoughts becomes fully non-functional the instant his hand dips between my legs.

I gasp at the delicate slide of his finger against my clit, my knees buckling slightly.

The backs of my thighs bump into the foot of the bed, and Damian carefully guides me down onto the bedspread, blanketing my body with his.

For a moment, he just hovers over me, staring down into my eyes with a want I’ve never known before with a guy.

I might have dated Parker for two years in high school, but we were never like this.

We never had this —this fiery need for each other that seems to transcend logical thought.

We were similar and had certain things in common, like our academic achievements, but our connection never seemed to go further than that.

He certainly never had my heart. Not really.

Not like Damian does.

I realize that if there was ever a moment to tell him I love him, it would be now.

I ready myself to say it, to shout it like my heart is demanding, but before I can utter a word, Damian is bending down and kissing me again.

And perhaps I am weak, too hungry, too mesmerized by his lips, but I don’t dare to stop him, reveling in his touch.

His kiss this time is slow, like he’s making it a point to memorize every angle and inch of my mouth and the way it molds to his. As if he’s trying to memorize me .

We explore one another like that for a while, our hands worshiping each other’s bodies with a tenderness that has my heart thudding so rapidly I can hardly breathe.

With a stilted gasp, I arch my back, and my pebbled nipples brush against the naked skin of his torso.

Damian ducks his head in response, drawing one of my breasts into his mouth, and when I moan long and low, his palm trails down my thigh, gently hitching my leg up.

When I feel him at my entrance, he pulls back just enough to look me in the eye—a silent request for my permission—but I don’t hesitate. My hands reach down to cup the firm curve of his ass, and holding his gaze, I pull him toward me, guiding him in.

Damian and I have had sex more times than I can count since that trip to Guadalajara, but this… this feels different somehow. Like something more.

Like making love.

Damian’s mouth finds my neck again as his hands steer mine above my head and press them into the rumpled blanket, our fingers interlocking. I lick my lips as he peppers kisses up to my ear.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” he breathes, his voice edged with emotion.

A tear slips free from my eye, and he brushes it away from my cheek before kissing me deeply again.

From then on, his mouth never once leaves mine, not even when our pace increases and we’re both gasping, on the brink of climax.

When we crash over the edge, we go together, and when we reach the other side, it’s with our lips connected, and with more love in my heart than I know what to do with.

Afterward, he holds me, my back to his chest, and it isn’t long until I hear the quiet sound of his breaths evening out, telling me he’s fallen asleep.

As the lure of sleep starts to make my own eyes droop, something occurs to me, and shaking myself awake, I carefully slide out of bed, moving slowly so I don’t disturb him.

He’s had a trying week, and right now, he just needs to rest, assured that everything is okay.

It takes me a minute to locate my jeans in the dark, but when I do, I tug my phone free from my pocket, tiptoe back to the bed, and climb beneath the covers again, curling up next to Damian under the welcome weight of his arm.

Once I’m settled, and I’m certain he’s still asleep, I click on my phone screen and find Ronnie’s number.

Then, positioning the camera so the flash won’t wake him up, I snap a picture of Damian’s arm wrapped around me, and send it to Ronnie along with a simple caption.

Me

I didn’t let it slip away

When I drift off a few minutes later, it’s with a smile on my face.