“You seem to have a penchant for the players on my team,” I ground out. “So far your judgment hasn’t been the best.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, first it was Chase, and now Gavin. At this rate you’d have run through the entire team before finals. If you’re not careful, you’ll get a reputation, and then every guy on campus will want a piece.”

God, I was a being a dick. She didn’t deserve it, but somewhere deep inside I’d always believed she deserved everything I did to her.

She was quiet for a while, those eyes, wide and angry and so full of depth, seemed to see so much more than anyone else.

“You’re hurting, Dane. I know that -”

My indignation prickled at that, and my body stiffened with a simmering rage, the look on my face stopping her from continuing.

“You don’t know anything,” I lied. If there was anyone who understood me, and my hurt, it was Kennedy. She’d suffered through it right along with me while I’d been so focused on making her life a nightmare.

Her face softened, and again, her eyes probed mine. I hated the raw intensity of it, the way it made me feel like I was cracked wide open for her scrutiny.

I didn’t want her to say anything, so I broke the silence. “I think it’s time for you to leave. Go back to your boyfriend.”

I’d seen them together earlier, his arm around her waist, her smile as she looked up at him. I hated that, even more than I wished I hated her. I was a mess, a walking clusterfuck of contradictions. Beneath the surface I was seething, but one look at Kennedy had my blood boiling for another reason. It drove me fucking crazy, and I couldn’t tell which of the two emotions – aversion or raunchiness – was going to win. With my luck, the two would collide, and the result would be devastating for both Kennedy and me.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she replied, leaning against the door.

“The way he was touching you earlier said otherwise.”

“Why do you care? Are you jealous? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

I leaned in, narrowing the space between us until I was sharing her breath. “I’ve already tasted you, remember? And I’m pretty sure you’d let me do it again too.”

She sucked in a ragged gust of air, thick with tension that hovered over us like a thick cloud. It rumbled, giving away the incoming storm.

“In fact,” I continued, “Seeing as you mentioned my birthday, why don’t you climb onto that desk,” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder, “and give me a show. You’re really good at that.”

I leaned closer, closer, and lowered my voice. “Does Chase know you like to finger-fuck yourself while thinking about me? Does he know how wet I make you, how your pussy aches for my touch?”

I’m getting so turned on, my mind replaying that first night in her room that I don’t notice her raised hand until it’s in the air, coming towards me, making contact with my skin with a resounding slap that echoes through the empty space around us.

We stare at each other, her furious expression mixed with unbridled lust – she’d never admit what my talking dirty does to her, but her body won’t lie. Even now, after she’d slapped me, her body swayed towards mine.

“You asshole,” she said. “I hate you!”

“The feelings mutual,” I replied softly, encroaching on her personal space.

I could hear her breath. Feel her body goading me to come closer. I should have been smarter, and shoved her out the door before we got to this point. But I wasn’t smart.

This moment? The one where we stare, and stare, and stare until we suffocate underneath the weight of everything – good and ugly and hot – between us? It was inescapable. Fated. Predetermined. And fuck if I was going to do a damn thing to stop it.

Three…

Two…

One…

We lunged at the same time, our bodies crashing together with violent, arduous force. Our mouths melded together, mine slanting to suck on her plush lips, and hers wielding until we were a perfect set. I caged her in against the door, my fingers circling her wrists and lifting her arms above her head.

I nipped her lip, inhaling her startled gasp. Her chest rubbed against mine as she writhed, and pulled at the hold I had on her wrists. I wanted more. God, I needed more.

Kennedy took charge then, and I released her wrists to take hold of her hips, pulling her into me. Her hands fisted my shirt, and her hips rolled against mine. I was going wild, like I was trying to crawl out of my too-hot skin. It was sensory overload, my body strung tight and coiled with want. I lifted her up, my fingers digging into her delectable ass cheeks. Her long legs wrapped around my waist, the feel of the scorching heat between her legs eliciting a guttural moan from us both.

“Dane.” She sighed into my mouth, and I shivered.

Our heavy breathing, and her soft whimpers pierced the quiet. I wanted her, to get inside her, to fuck her to exhaustion. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice tried to tell me to stop, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but I silenced it quickly. Nothing would stop me tonight. Not even me.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Kennedy

HE. WAS. EVERYWHERE.

His hands, his fingers, his mouth, his body. Everywhere.

I had no idea what I was doing, what we were doing, but I couldn’t stop. My brain was sending messages to my body to stop! And my body simply responded with a resounding fuck off!

No matter how many times I tried to push way, I always ended up pulling him closer, rubbing my body against his like an animal marking its’ mate. It was such a primal response, one that he coaxed from my body with no effort at all. His body called, and mine answered. He stepped away from the door, holding me as if I was as light as a feather, and slowly dropped his knees to the floor instead of the bed. He lowered himself onto me, and the weight was so magnificent I sighed into his mouth.

“God, Kennedy,” he exhaled in a rush. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

His lips moved down my neck, and I felt his hands unbuttoning my shirt just below my breasts. He flicked his thumbs over my nipples, sending an electrical current straight between my legs.

“If this is how you hate me,” – I sucked in a jagged breath when he squeezed a breast – “You should have…Ohhh…” The roll of his hips against mine stopped whatever thought was in my head, and scrambled it. I’d wanted to tell him…I couldn’t remember anymore. I was gone, and thinking rationally wasn’t possible, what with all his hardness holding me down.

He chuckled, and the sound tickled my exposed skin. Everything inside me contracted and my hold on him tightened.

“You like that?” He asked huskily, barely above a coarse whisper. “Those little sounds you make, fucking hell, they have me so hard for you.”

His dirty talk? It was turning me on in ways I never could have imagined. Hearing him say words like ‘pussy’, and phrases like ‘hard for you’ had my hormones in a savage-like frenzy, my body crying out for him to do all kinds of dirty things to mine.

“I like it when you say fuck,” I whispered into his ear. Then I licked it, and gently bit his lobe.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes tinged with silver from the moonlight, and he reminded me of a predator, ready to prey on its’ next meal. Take me, I willed him silently. Just fucking take me.