Yet the lure of her soft skin and her open response was too much to ignore. I brushed my thumb over her nipple again. Her hoarse cry and the flexing of her hands in my hair told me she was already so close to letting go for me. There was something so pure in her response that it made me ache. She was so open.

My dick throbbed, once again begging me to sink deep inside her and forget all the nonsense about her not being mine. I could make her mine. Stamp her and make her forget that bullshit ex. I could make it so good for her right here. Just open her legs, plant my mouth on her sex and own her.

Easy Casanova, public shagging is off the table for this one. Besides, you need to take your time. If I rushed this, I could lose her.

But when her hips rocked on my leg once more, I almost lost the battle with myself about taking her in the photo lab. My imagination conjured up all kinds of positioning with the machines and furniture at hand. It would be so good just bending her over, filling her hands with my flesh.

Through the foggy haze of my brain, I heard footsteps down the hall. My brain tried to focus on the sound, but Abbie scratched her nails through my hair, and a wave of lust drowned out rational thinking. I cupped her breast and groaned as the soft plump globe filled my hand. God.

When Abbie dragged my head back up and melded her lips back to mine, I forgot all about the phantom footsteps and where we were. I forgot all about why I couldn't be with her. I forgot everything. All that mattered was that moment with her, in my arms. It didn’t even matter that I couldn’t breathe.

It was Abbie that brought me out of the fog when her head snapped around. “What was that?”

My brain tried to shake of the blanket of lust enough to focus. “What?”

Abbie’s dark gaze flickered to mine. “Muffled beeping. Do you hear that?”

The word beeping brought my brain into better focus. Beeping. Xander’s ringtone. Right, my damn phone. Xander must have seen my car in the parking lot. “Shit.” I swiftly removed my hand from Abbie’s breast before stepping back and adjusting her T-shirt.

With an ease I didn’t feel and hard-fought nonchalance, I slowly stepped away from her and dug in my pocket for my phone.

The display said Xander, and I muffled another curse before picking up. “Hey, Xan. What’s up, big brother?” What I wanted to say was what’s up you wanker? But my anger was better served up face to face.

“I saw your car. Are you on campus?”