Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
She tries to shake her head, but I stop her with light pressure to her jaw.
“You broke my heart that day at Ace’s dad’s office…when you told me I was worse than Dane.” She winces, but I keep going. “But you were right. Maybe I didn’t put my hands on you or yank you around, but I’ve been rough with you too. With your emotions, with your peace of mind. I’ve been an asshole.”
“Finn.”
“I know I haven’t given you a reason to believe in me.” I shake my head, unable to explain it all properly. “But I finally feel…ready. I know it won’t make sense to you, but for the past two years, I feel like I’ve been living in blackness. A dark so intense, I couldn’t fathom it touching you. But I can finally…” I lick my lips and try to come up with the words to describe the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. A move toward the person I want to be, rather than settling for the one that I am. “I think I’m finally seeing the light.”
It’s out of nowhere and catches me completely off guard, but I swear, one moment, she’s on the verge of tears, and the next, her lips are on mine.
They’re hard but shaking, and the smell of her all around me hits me with an unnerving intensity. Fingertips pleading, I grab at her hips and pull her up off the bed and firmly against me, my mouth opening under hers until it does the same. With just a touch of my tongue, I taste her cherry lip gloss and fall into an onslaught of memories.
Of the kiss before the fight and the next one that came after. Of lying so close, our breaths mingled in my bed. Of her body under mine in the vent and our hands linked together as we ran through the maze of tunnels under campus. Of her hand on mine in class last week and the squeeze she let me give it. Of dancing with her tonight.
“Scottie,” I breathe into her mouth, the skin of her arms around my neck sending a tingle down my spine. Our bodies push and pull against each other, and then our tongues tangle again, running against each other hungrily until I’m hard in my fucking jeans. I let myself absorb everything about her. Her touch, her mouth, the pretty sound of her gasp as I put my hands on her ass and lift.
“Come back to my dorm with me,” she whispers, sending me off the edge of a cliff and into a free fall I can’t stop.
“Yes.”
I kiss her once more, hard and deep and unrelenting, before I grab her hand and drag her out the back door of Alpha Pi.
Scottie Bardeaux may not realize it yet. But tonight, she’s officially mine.
Scottie
I unlock the door of my dorm room, and we tumble inside, fused to each other. Our mouths are a frantic mix of tongues and lips and teeth as we kiss like this is the last kiss we’ll ever have.
With the way things have gone in the past, and with the things I can’t take back, maybe it will be.
Even knowing I should, I can’t bring myself to stop.
Finn places his hands on my ass, lifting me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist, and presses my back against the wall.
He never stops kissing me.
“Fuck, Scottie,” he breathes into my hair as he rains kisses down my neck. He shoves my shirt out of the way to do the same to my shoulder and collarbone, and the feel of his lips on my skin makes my hips jolt forward and grind against him.
In a frantic twist, he moves us off the wall and falls forward to my bed, me underneath him.
He presses my back into the mattress, and I reach for his T-shirt, pulling it off him with a quick jerk of my hands. I go for his jeans next, my fingers shaking as they unbuckle and unzip his pants. I shove them down, along with his boxers, and even though Finn tries to stop their descent, I push his hands away.
“Scottie?” he questions, but I kiss him again instead of answering. The heat of his body on mine is indescribable. I feel primal and needy and irrational.
I push my leather shorts and thong down too, needing to feel his skin directly on mine.
At first, he doesn’t realize how impatient I’ve been, too busy kissing and tasting at my neck, but when I climb over his body and straddle his hips, his eyes change from heated and hooded to wide and unsure.
“Scottie,” he whispers, and he grips my hips, preventing me from pressing the apex of my thighs against him. “You don’t have to do this. It’s too big of a deal, too important—”