I had just about calmed down when a hand covered my mouth for the second time tonight. Strong arms pulled me backward. I couldn’t make a sound, and Heath and Kyle didn’t even notice that I was being kidnapped. So much for protecting the ball at all costs.

“Hey, Solver,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

I gasped as a hard body dragged me toward the tree line. Oakley’s hands pressing against my mouth stifled the scream that I wanted to release. These freshmen were useless.

“Where’d she go?” the fuckboy asked.

“Shit. Maybe she went back for Ryan. Let’s go back.”

Oakley pressed his body against mine, and I could feel him silently chuckling behind me. He was enjoying this way too much.

The moment both guys were out of sight, he spun me around and pushed me against the hard bark of a nearby tree. “Problem, you are in so much trouble,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Solver, why are you so hot when you’re mad?” he asked playfully.

I shifted on my feet as he invaded my space, his warm scent washing over me in waves. “Why are you so annoying when you tease me?”

Oakley laughed before biting his lip. I could only see the faint outline of his face in the dark night. I hated being out here, but somehow I felt safer now that I was with him. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Do you know what I think?” he asked before leaning closer to whisper against the shell of my ear.

“Are you even capable of thinking?” I rasped. I desperately wanted to hide the heat in my voice, but it was proving to be impossible. He ignored my barb.

“I think you like being teased,” he whispered, grabbing my hips. “I think you like it a whole fucking lot.” He dug his fingers into the small slice of skin between my shirt and jeans, then pressed his pelvis against me. I turned my head away defiantly. I couldn’t kiss my client. We couldn’t cross the line. I needed to graduate. My hands braced against his chest, determined to push him away.

But instead, my fingers had a mind of their own, remaining on his chest and then roaming the expanse of his muscular torso with lingering, slow movements. When I dragged a sharp fingernail against his abs, Oakley gasped.

His hand cupped my chin, and he turned my face to his, inadvertently brushing our heated lips against one another. I whimpered at the short-lived contact. “You smell so fucking good,” he whispered against my lips. “You feel fucking good, too.”

He pushed his leg between mine, forcing my heat to brace against his thigh. Oh shit. Ohhhhh shit, this was bad.

But oh so good.

“We should probably go find the others,” I stammered.

“We should.”