Chapter 55
FIFTY-FIVE
SAVANNAH
This guy. This fucking guy.
God, he’s such a goddamn asshole. Who does he think he is, interrupting my tutoring session and scaring off my student? He has no right.
“He was flirting with you,” he spits out, and my anger turns to rage.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whisper-yell, conscious of us being in the library.
“Dan is my student, Harley. And he was doing nothing of the sort. I get that you wanna stroll in and be my white knight, saving me from the shit that’s going on, but you can’t just scare people away from me.
You can’t just show up and act like a cocky dick.
I thought you were trying to prove something to me, hmm?
Because if you are, you’re not doing a very good job of it. ”
I glare at him for a moment and then flick my attention to the table, inwardly sighing at the amount of books that need putting away now that Dan has left. I stand, not even bothering to look in Harley’s direction as I gather up the textbooks and then make my way to the stacks.
I can hear Harley behind me, and when I chance a look at him from the corner of my eye, I see him carrying the remainder of the books.
At least he’s useful for something.
“Look,” Harley says in a harsh whisper, but I don’t bother looking at him.
I just continue to slot the books into the correct places.
“I know you’re mad, and I get it, okay? But he was flirting with you.
He fucking wanted you, Sav. And I couldn’t watch that.
I know I’ve been a dick for a very long time, and I know I have no right to do what I did, but I just…
I just fucking snapped. To me, you’re mine, and I can’t change my feelings. ”
I put the last of my books away and turn toward him. There’s a hopeful look in his eyes that turns to despair when all I do is take the books from his arms and start to put those away too.
Harley sighs. “I’m sorry for going about things the way I did, but I’m not sorry for scaring him off.
You didn’t see the way that guy was looking at you, Savannah.
You didn’t see the fucking intentions written all over his face.
If I didn’t stop it when I did, he was one hundred percent about to hit on you, and I couldn’t let that happen. ”
“So, you were jealous,” I state with a roll of my eyes and head down the next row of shelves. I don’t tell him that even if Dan did hit on me, I would have turned him down. I don’t tell him that it doesn’t matter how long it’s been, all I can think about is him.
“Of course I was fucking jealous,” Harley hisses from behind as he continues to follow me. “Let me make it up to you, okay? What do you want me to do?”
I roll my eyes again and put the last of the books back, lowkey regretting putting them all away so quickly because now I have nothing to focus on except him.
I slowly turn to him and raise a brow. “And how are you gonna do that, hmm? You gonna follow me around all day? News flash, Harley, you already freaking do.” I pause, a finger to my lip, and then ask, “What can you do that will make it up to me? Shall I take a leaf out of your book and make you pay the way you did with me all those years?” I throw my hands out, gesturing to where we are.
“This was the main place of my punishments, after all.”
Harley tilts his head, a heated look in his eyes, and I hate how fucking handsome he is.
“Is that what you want, little devil?” he purrs and takes a step toward me, getting in my space and making it hard to breathe. “You want me to get on my knees and show you how sorry I am? You want me to apologize in a way that will make you feel good?”
Before I can say a single word, Harley drops to his knees in front of me, making me back up until my back hits the shelves, and then he fucking crawls toward me.
I’m not going to survive this.
“You’re wearing a dress, Sav,” he murmurs and looks up at me, devilish intent in his eyes, and I know I’m not going to be able to deny him. I don’t want to deny him.
Hell, I’m surprised I’ve lasted as long as I have.
“You’re making it so easy for me. You want this, don’t you?” His gaze pierces mine, and I see it for what it is. He’s giving me an out. A chance to say no if this isn’t what I want.
I should take it. I should say no and leave him here on his knees. I should walk away and forget any of this ever happened.
But I don’t.
Instead, I nod and watch as his eyes light up, and then he strikes.
He’s not slow or controlled as he pitches forward, lifting my dress and pulling my panties to the side before he dives right in.
My eyes roll, and I swallow a moan as his mouth meets my skin. Harley’s mouth latches onto my clit, and he sucks, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me, but I fight not to close my eyes.
I want to see him.
We’ve never been in this position before. It’s always been me on my knees for him, and so this change of pace is something I’ve never expected.
Then again, everything he’s done lately has been unexpected.
“Fuck, Savannah. You taste fucking delicious,” he murmurs and goes right back to licking and sucking.
Harley’s eyes meet mine, and what I see reflected back at me is nearly enough to have my knees buckling.
He grabs one of my legs, putting it over his shoulder, and the pressure of his hand on my stomach, that’s holding me in place while keeping my dress from falling, along with the new angle, has me seeing stars.
Just when I think he can’t make me feel any better, his free hand joins in with his assault, finding my entrance and slips two fingers inside me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His fingers fuck me fast and hard, his mouth latched onto me and bringing to me to the brink within minutes. It’s all too good. Too many sensations, too much pressure, too much pleasure.
“Harley,” I gasp. “I… I-I’m gonna…”
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs. “Fucking come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Let me taste it.”
And I do. Fuck, I do. I come so hard my vision blacks out, and if it wasn’t for Harley’s hold on me, I’m sure I’d have collapsed to the floor in a heap, but he keeps me in place, fucking me with his fingers and mouth through my orgasm until it becomes too much. Too sensitive.
It isn’t until I have to physically pull his head away that he stops, and he stares up at me with awe and something I can’t quite name in his eyes.
He slowly stands, wiping his mouth with a grin, and I take him in.
He looks so freaking disheveled, so unlike how he normally does, and that’s when I see it, the wet spot staining his slacks, and my eyes flick to his.
“Did you…”
“Come? Fuck yeah, I did. You tasted heavenly.”
I know I’m blushing, and my mouth opens to say something before I snap it shut. What the hell do I do now? Should I leave, like he did so many times before? Should I—
“Sav,” Harley murmurs, his face taking on a more serious expression as he crowds me against the shelf. “I know you’re thinking of a way out right now, but just listen to me for a minute, yeah?”
His eyes search mine, and I find myself dipping my head in a nod even though I know it’s a terrible idea to stay here for a moment longer.
Because I know I’m going to break.
I know I’m going to give in.
“You can’t tell me we aren’t fire together.
You can’t tell me that anyone has ever made you feel the way I do.
We fucking belong together, Sav. I know we have a lot of shit that the both of us need to get over, and I know I’ve hurt you a lot in the past, but I think we can get past it all.
I think together, we could move on from everything and have something really fucking good.
Something special. I think we can work this out, I just need you to agree to try.
I need you to fucking try, baby. Please. ”
He sounds so sincere, so sure.
He wants me to try.
But what if things go to shit? What if we end up worse together than ever before? What if it doesn’t work out, and he goes back to hating me?
But what if it does work out?
What if. What if. What if.
I’m so conflicted, I don’t know what to do.
I want him. I’ve always wanted him in ways I knew I could never have him.
But maybe he has a point.
Maybe we should try, and really, it’s not as though things can get any worse than what we were like before.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself to make the decision I know could change everything and whisper the words I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself anyway.
“Okay.”
Harley’s eyes widen, shock flitting over his features, and he repeats, “Okay?”
I nod, more determined this time. “Okay, I’ll try. I’m not promising anything, and I can’t be sure this will work, but I think we should see if we can—”
My words are cut off as Harley’s mouth slams down on mine, my words lost to us both.
I guess we’re doing this.