I slam the brakes on our make-out session so fast it gives my vagina whiplash. Sorry, girl. Devin drops his head to my shoulder. He grinds his hips against mine again with a soft moan. Patience is a virtue Devin’s thick cock does not possess.

“Second date. Tonight,” he demands.

Desire clouds my mind, making it hard to find a coherent answer. “Can’t,” I answer on a pant. “Study group.” I’m kicking myself for turning him down, but the guilt of bailing on my friends is too strong.

“Tomorrow,” he demands in a deep, sexy rumble that makes my ovaries scream for more.

“Can’t,” I say again. Everything below my waist is begging me to reconsider. My heart is shaking in terror and my reason is barely holding on. “Family dinner.”

He takes a deep inhale and nips at my neck, the frustration driving him crazy. “Friday?” he pleads.

I’m supposed to be at a frat party with Michelle on Friday night. I promised her I’d be there. Despite ditching me last time, she’s still insisting she needs a wing woman. I fight against the guilt of flaking on her. We have a whole damn house full of sorority sisters dying to go to frat parties. She can find someone else to be her wing woman for sure. If I’m going to see Devin again any time soon, I need to say no to something else. I need to choose him.

“Okay. Friday.”

One last grind and Devin breaks away from me and steps back across the room. He runs his hands through his thick black hair and glares at me. I bite my lip and press my legs together, missing the hardness of him against me. He is so dark. Eyes. Hair. Soul. He looks angry, but I know better. He is tortured and beautiful and I’ve never seen anything sexier.

Screw it. I slide off the desk, determined to get my afternoon delight. But before I can step closer, he’s out of the door.

Chapter Fourteen

Jessie

Devin knocks on my door right on time for our second date. I get a flock of angry birds swirling around in my stomach when I see him standing on my porch. My mind slides back to the night we met. To that first kiss that ruined any other lips for me. I slide a hand up his chest and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Hi,” I greet him.

He nods, cups my face and kisses me. It’s not his usual soul-stealing variety. There isn’t the usual desperation, like he’s containing a wild beast inside him that will tear me apart. This is sweet. Familiar and intimate. It’s how a groom kisses his bride after the ‘I do’. It’s chaste, but greedy. He kisses usually say ‘mine’. This one says ‘my darling’.

When he pulls away, there’s a small smile on his beautiful lips. My heart skitters to a stop in my chest. Devin takes my hand in his and leads me to his car. The drive is quiet. I’m focused on sorting out my jumbled emotions and Devin, well, he’s always quiet.