Over the loud music I hear the din of voices surrounding us. Whisper-shouts of “Who’s she?” and “Are they together?” swirl around us. The crowd has cleared a small space, everyone keeping a distance. Watching. We’re on display. I’ve made us a spectacle.

A spike of guilt shoots through me when I see Elizabeth wilting under so many questioning eyes. She hunches her shoulders and curls into me, trying to hide. Her face is flushed and her eyes are pleading.

“Follow me,” I command, jealousy swirling in my veins. I take her hand and lead her back to my room. She doesn’t object.

I close the door and pin her against it, caging her in my arms.

“What took you so long?” I temper my harsh words with soft kisses on her neck.

“I got a call from my father.” There’s a fragility in her voice that calms me a bit.

“What did he want?” I ask.

“To scold me for taking off last weekend.”

I stifle the groan rising in my throat. Richard Wilde is a dick. I change the subject, not wanting to rehash the fight about her family.

“And who was that guy?” I demand, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth.

I grab her thighs, lifting her off the ground. She doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping her legs around me. Her hips are even with mine now. I grind against her, making sure she feels how hard my cock is.

“No one. Just a guy from one of my classes.” Her voice is shaky from desire. She’s breathing heavily.

“You seemed chummy,” I push.

“The room was loud…” Her explanation trails off as my hands roam her body, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She moans in my ear, driving me crazy.

“I missed you,” I accidentally confess. “I love seeing you in my jersey.”

“I can tell,” she says with a giggle that goes straight to my dick.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you. Now.” I pull away from her, setting her back down on her feet, but keeping her pinned to the door. She kicks off her shoes and I kneel, peeling off her pants and panties all at once. The hem of the long jersey is the only thing between me and her naked pussy. I drag it up slowly, revealing heaven before my eyes. I kiss her hip as I drag my fingers up the inside of her thigh. She grabs my shoulder and moans.

My desire to fuck her takes a back seat to wanting to taste her. I glide my fingers along her silky folds, feeling how wet she is. Fucking drenched. I slide two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling them against the spot that drives her crazy.