Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Who knew sneaking around would feel this exhilarating?
Over the past few days, Drew and I had been stealing moments wherever we could find them—behind the music building, in empty classrooms, even once in the dimly lit corner of the library stacks when no one was around.
Every touch, every kiss felt like we were getting away with something forbidden, even though we were both consenting adults who simply wanted privacy while we figured out what we were doing.
When we’d met up for dinner after our first night together, we’d agreed to keep things private while we found our footing in our new relationship. Things were complicated enough without the pressure that would come once the general population on campus found out about us.
A lot had changed in a short amount of time, and it was nice getting to know Drew without any outside pressure.
Not to mention that the sex was life-changing.
“Hey.” Drew’s deep voice came from behind me as I packed up my violin after my midday practice.
I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, highlighting the defined muscles beneath his Henley. My body responded immediately, remembering exactly how those arms felt wrapped around me, and what he would do with those masterful hands.
“Hey yourself,” I replied, a ridiculous smile spreading across my face. “What are you doing here? I thought you had class.”
“The professor canceled.” His eyes darkened as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Rory’s with Liam for another hour.”
The implication hung in the air between us, electric and charged.
“Is that so?” I set my violin case down carefully and met him halfway across the room.
Drew’s hands found my waist instantly, pulling me against him with an urgency that made my breath catch. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured against my neck, his lips trailing a path that made me shiver.
“Show me how much,” I challenged, my fingers already tangling in his hair.
His mouth crashed into mine, and I melted against him, my back hitting the wall as he pressed closer.
There was something thrilling about this—stealing moments in places we shouldn’t, the risk of discovery adding an edge to our desire.
Each time with Drew was different, each touch revealing new ways our bodies responded to each other, but this desperate, almost frantic energy was uniquely intoxicating.
“Anyone could walk in,” I murmured against his lips, even as my body arched into his touch when his hand slipped under my sweater, fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin.
“That’s part of the fun,” he countered, his voice husky as he found the sensitive spot below my ear. “But we can stop if you want.”
“Don’t you dare,” I whispered, dragging his mouth back to mine.
The practice room wasn’t ideal—too many windows, too many potential interruptions—but as his hand slid higher up my thigh, rational thought became impossible.
“Lock the door,” I whispered against his mouth.
Drew pulled away just long enough to turn the lock before returning to me with renewed intensity. His pupils were blown wide with desire as he pressed me against the wall, his body hard and insistent against mine.
We were only partially hidden behind a cabinet that was used for storage.
And I’d never been more turned on in my life.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “About you.” He kissed that favorite spot of his where my neck met my shoulder. “About slipping my hand down your pants and feeling how wet you are for me.”
I moaned as his finger teased along the waistband of my pants.
“You are wet for me, aren’t you, Freckles?”
I used to hate when he called me that, but over the course of the last few days, every time he’d used it had been followed by mind-boggling pleasure. Now just hearing it made my panties wet.
“Why don’t you put that hand where we both want it and find out?”
He smiled and then his fingers slipped inside. He was no longer soft or teasing—he was going for gold.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he grazed over my clit and then pushed his fingers inside my warm, wet heat. His forehead dropped to mine as he bit back a groan.
“Fucking hell, Harper. So fucking wet for me.” His voice was low and ragged with barely restrained desire.
“You’ve got everyone on this campus convinced you’re such a good girl, but you’re not, are you?
You love having sex in risky places, letting me touch this pussy as it weeps and begs for me. Do you know what that makes you?”
“N-no.” Although an s-word came to mind.
His lips grazed my earlobe as he whispered, “Made for me. Because baby, I love all those things too.”
I whimpered, but any words I could’ve thought to say disappeared in a haze of pleasure as he thrust his fingers in and out in a rapid pace, hitting that spot he’d learned so well in the last week.
Stars burst across my vision as I bit down on his shirt-covered shoulder to muffle my cries.
My orgasm pulsed through me in waves, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to feel his cock—something I was rapidly realizing I’d grown addicted to.
I fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pushing it up quickly in my desperation to feel his skin against mine.
He grabbed the back of the neck and pulled it over his head, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor next to his feet.
I couldn’t help but run my hands over the defined muscles of his chest, tracing the lines that had haunted my dreams. His skin was hot beneath my touch, and his heart was pounding as frantically as my own, but that didn’t stop my perusal.
I moved my hands down to his six-pack abs.
No wonder he loved to take his shirt off.
His body was a work of art, and art deserved to be seen.
He pushed down my pants and underwear, pulling them off completely so I was bare to him from the waist down. Then he got down on his knees.
He looked up at me and kissed my clit, drawing a gasp from my lips. “God, you’re perfect.”
No one had ever made me feel as sexy as he did.
He stood up and I watched, mesmerized, as he pushed down his pants and boxer briefs and slid on a condom.
Then he stepped forward and gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the wall.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer until there was nothing between us but the solid press of his arousal against my core.
Another moan—louder this time—slipped out as I became dizzy with desire.
“Shh,” he warned with a wicked smile, even as his hips rocked against mine. “Someone might hear you.”
The thought of being discovered only heightened the thrill as his mouth found my neck, sucking and biting at my pulse point in the way he knew drove me wild.
“Drew, please—”
The plea was all he needed. We both groaned as he pushed inside me, filling me completely. For a moment, we stayed perfectly still, our foreheads pressed together as we breathed each other in.
Then he began to move, and coherent thought vanished. Each thrust drove me higher, the slight roughness of the wall at my back contrasting with the silky heat where our bodies joined. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cries as he drove into me, his pace relentless.
“Look at me,” Drew commanded, his voice strained with the effort of control. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Our gazes locked, and I was struck by the burning need in his eyes. This didn’t feel like just sex. It felt like a claiming.
His fingers found my clit, and within seconds, my orgasm started rolling through me. He captured my mouth with his as pleasure overtook me, swallowing my moans as I trembled against him.
His rhythm faltered as he buried himself deep inside me, his body tensing with release. For several heartbeats, we remained locked together, breathing hard, but still kissing softly.
I didn’t know how he managed to turn a naughty quickie into a transcendent experience that made me feel closer to him than I’d ever felt to another person.
But I didn’t hate it.
Eventually, reality began to seep back in. Drew gently lowered me to my feet and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead—the sweetness of the gesture in stark contrast to our frantic coupling moments before.
We straightened our clothes and tried to make it look like we hadn’t just broken about a dozen university policies.
“Worth the risk?” he asked, voice still a little rougher than normal.
“Definitely,” I replied, unable to keep the smile from my face as I smoothed my hair. “Though next time maybe somewhere with fewer windows.”
He laughed, pulling me close for one more kiss. “This wasn’t exactly what I planned when I came here, but I’m not mad about how things turned out.”
“And what exactly did you plan, Dumontier?” I asked, leaning into his touch as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the gesture unbearably tender after the intensity of our moment.
“Taking you on a proper date, for starters.” His eyes held mine, serious now. “Tomorrow night. You, me, and Rory. Nothing fancy, but somewhere we can be together without hiding.”
“I thought we were going to keep this low-key for now.”
He held me a little tighter. “Harper, I don’t want to keep you like some dirty little secret. I’m all in, consequences be damned. So, what do you say? Wanna go on a date with me and Rory?”
I was worried my heart might burst out of my chest as I smiled up at him. “I’d love to.”