The bass pounded through and around Eden. She found she could relax, melting into the strength of Sloan William’s hands, his mouth, the hard thighs pressing against hers. Then something unexpected happened. She liked kissing him. She didn’t want it to stop. His tongue pressed into her mouth and she welcomed it, letting out a homely little moan. His lips moved as though he was smiling, but Eden didn’t care. She pushed against him and when she felt the thick length inside his jeans, it massaged some animal part of her brain. She threw a leg around his hip and tried to deepen their kiss. But despite her best efforts, Sloan Williams’ touch slowed, grew even gentler and more subtle. It should have been annoying, but it drove her absolutely fucking crazy. Eden ground against him, gripping his shoulders and panting like the most shameless slut on earth, but she couldn’t stop. The more patient he was, the hotter she became until her whole body ached. Her high school fantasy split like a plastic bag. No one in high school kissed like this. No one had ever kissed her like this. Sloan Williams kissed the way a good song sounded. He kissed like music. She wasn’t going to move. She was going to make out with him all night, or at least until she really needed to pee.

But, like a mind reader, he seemed to sense her giving in. His hands moved between her legs, pulling at her skirt. “Can I touch you?”

“I…”

The truth was, she didn’t know. She’d never been so turned on, but what could a man who kissed like it was a superpower do to her body?

“Yes,” she whispered. “Touch me.”

He pressed their foreheads together, his curls brushing her skin. “Finger your pussy?”

She nodded, heat burning through her as though she was sixteen, as though this was the first time. He steered her against the wall and she gasped, the plaster icy against her feverish skin. Her skirt was rucked higher, and whether Sloan Williams was acting or genuinely nervous, he arranged their bodies with sweet, high school awkwardness, spreading her legs and pressing his cock against her thigh. “This okay?”

She nodded and rough fingers brushed the seat of her boy shorts. Eden gave into the embarrassing urge to touch his hair. The curls were insanely soft and brushed the nape of his neck with such uniform straightness, she couldn’t help giggling again.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, just… Were you school captain?”

A pause. “Yeah.”

“I knew it! Did the teachers pick you, or were you voted in?”

He scoffed. “Voted in. Eighty five percent. Williams 2006.”

Eden laughed. “I’m sorry, I just had a feeling.”

“Don’t be sorry.”