“Really? I’ve never gotten that impression from you.”

In one of my more mature moves, I stick out my tongue at him. He grins, a carefree expression that transports me to the German wilderness and a penthouse apartment simultaneously.

We head inside the building that houses the public relations department. It has the same brick, ivy-covered exterior as every other academic building here.

We pass the stretch of hallway that houses professors’ offices and advance farther into the building. I pop open the door for one of the lecture halls.

“Here’s what the not-fun part of college looks like,” I inform Beck.

He moves forward to look inside, but instead of moving around me, he moves into me. Suddenly every muscular inch of the front of his body is pressed against mine, and I pull in a quick breath. Lust hits me with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

“You better cut that out, or this is going to be a short tour,” I warn.

“If you’ve seen one classroom, you’ve seen them all, right?” Beck asks, giving me a sexy smirk that makes the heat already pooling in my belly simmer. He yanks me around the corner inside the hall and forget any seething. I’m at a boil.

“We can’t do this here,” I pant, as the door slams shut and his hand creeps under my shirt.

“You sure about that?” The words are a whisper against my skin. A dare.

No, I’m not. The chances of anyone walking in on us are slim. There’s no class scheduled in here today, and most people don’t just wander into empty classrooms. But there’s a chance. If I’d paid attention during statistics sophomore year, I might know what percentage, but Beck’s hand wandering across my ribcage makes any mathematical calculations impossible. Even if I knew an equation.

“Beck,” I whisper as he reaches my breast. I arch against him, barely managing to stop a moan from crossing my lips. Yeah, I won’t be the one stopping this.

Based on the bulge in Beck’s pants, he’s not feeling particularly inclined to pump the brakes either. It’s been weeks—I know exactly how many—since we were this close to each other. Since he was inside of me. No matter what my brain says, my body wants this. Badly. I’m soaked by the time Beck’s fingers make the journey south to feel between my legs.

Just like our first time together, I don’t let him linger. We’ve crossed the boundary into where this feels inevitable, but just because I’ve accepted that doesn’t mean I’ll stop to dawdle. I’ve got his cock out and aimed before I realize what’s missing.

“Do you have a condom?” I tear my lips away from Beck’s.