I giggle when he leaves another peck on my collarbone, almost too hungry to stop devouring me.
“Couldn’t come to the party in a pair of sweatpants,” I mutter.
“Hmmm …” The rumbling sound coming from his chest sounds like a growl and a groan at the same time. It’s so fucking sexy.
“You look so damn hot … You don’t wanna know what goes on in my mind when you’re all dressed up like this. It’s too dirty to handle,” he whispers close to my ear.
I get goose bumps all over my body as his thirsty eyes sweep over my entire body from top to bottom.
“Although I wouldn’t mind the sweatpants either,” he says with a low voice. “Easier to take off.”
Wow. It’s still mind-blowing that he thinks about me like that. So sexual. So fucking arousing.
My mind is going blank. All I want is him. My blood is pumping into one direction, and I’m feeling more promiscuous by the second.
God, I want him to touch me.
He moves back to my lips and nips them, while his strong hands shift to my ass. As he squeezes it, I gasp, but he interrupts me with a feverish kiss on the mouth.
I wrap my arms around his muscular neck, dying with sensations. My fingers run through his spiky hair, gripping his head to keep him close. I want him so badly, a kiss isn’t even enough.
His calloused fingers slide down to my legs. My nerve endings are on fire, as he slowly drags up my dress. Feeling the pads of his fingers brushing my bare skin is sending hot streaks through my body.
My nub is pulsing, and I want to press my body up against him. He responds by pushing himself against me, our clothes scraping, wrinkling up. I get all riled up by his sexy, insistent mouth, but when I feel his erection against my thigh I perish under his touch.
He’s so fucking hot, and he wants me. He wants me.
That alone is already making me want to give it all up to him.
My hands slip down his neck to his pectorals, as I feel my way across his broad chest, wanting to explore every part of him. It’s like a forbidden fruit has just been placed in front of me, and I’m finally allowed to take it. I don’t want to stop feeling him, touching him, kissing him.
Suddenly, I want his tongue all over me. I want his hands to roam my body and expose all my secret titillating spots. I want him to take me.
But then he takes his mouth off me.
I’m fazed, feeling out of this world, and he gazes at me with wet lips that are just too good to leave alone.
As I lean in to press my lips back on his, he puts a finger between us. “Wait …” he mutters.
His eyes flick to the road beside us, while my mouth hangs open, hungry for more.
“Why are we stopping?” I say.
“They’re here,” he mutters.
“Who?” I stammer, still oblivious to the world around me.
He steps aside, and suddenly I’m feeling cold and wet.
We’re both soaked, but only now do I realize we’ve been kissing in the rain without a care in the world.
A car drives up to us, and a man steps out. “You were the ones who called, right?”
Shit. I pull down my dress and straighten it, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something against the law.
“Yeah, thanks for coming,” Hunter says, clearing his throat.
And there we have it. Our car will be towed away and the driver will take us back to the dorm. Hunter will have to explain to whomever he borrowed the car from that he won’t get it back for a while.
To be honest, it’s the least of my worries right now.
I’m so hot for Hunter, and now he’s left me completely dry. A blazing fire left to sizzle out in the rain.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more disappointed by someone showing up to rescue us.
Chapter 18
What Happens in the Dark, Stays in the Dark
My clit has been thrumming the entire trip home. It’s like my nerves have gone haywire. Every time I move even an inch, I feel my most sensitive parts scream out in agony. The desire to rub myself is so strong that I can barely stop myself, but I want him to be the one doing it.
Unfortunately, Hunter hasn’t looked at me since. He hasn’t even glanced at me. Not once.
Not after the kiss. That kiss. The one that made me red-hot with need.
My entire body is craving him, and he seems to be ignoring me completely. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Almost as if he doesn’t want me anymore.
The look on his face shows agony, but at the same time he seems pissed and turned into himself. Like he’s thinking about it too much.
I wonder what is going on inside his mind.
Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I clench my thighs together as my clit starts throbbing again. Each time I catch a glimpse of his luscious lips, all I can think of is having them all over me.