After I come again, Trent is right behind me, his orgasm shaking through me.
“What the fuck?”
His words rip me from my pleasure-induced coma. “What’s wrong?”
He sinks back on his heels, still between my thighs, and sticks his finger inside me, the condom now on his fingertip.
I stare at the condom, confused at first. “Did you come in the condom or me?”
He studies it for a second. “The condom, I think.”
I sit up and look, seeing fluid in the condom. “So, what happened? It got stuck?”
“Yeah. I guess I fucked you harder than I thought.”
I laugh. “Could you imagine if it got stuck up there?”
“No, I don’t want to imagine that.” He hops off the bed to dispose of the condom in the trashcan and then climbs back into bed with me.
Trent kisses my lips, a quick peck that sets my skin on fire. Rolling onto his side, he stares down at me, neither of us ready to speak, still catching our breaths.
He drags his finger across my bottom lip. An intense connection sparks between us, the silence telling me what I need to know.
His eyes say it all.
He wants more.
And so do I.
“What are you doing on Wednesday afternoon?”
His question surprises me.
“Going to class. Why?”
He smiles. “Because I want to take you somewhere.”
“Like on a date?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. A date.”
“I usually study in the afternoons at the library if you want to meet me there.”
His lips are close to mine but not yet touching. “It’s a date.”
Chapter Fifteen
Jemma
The library is my sanctuary. No matter the time of day, my dormitory is never silent. There’s always someone blasting music or throwing a party. I can never seem to get anything done unless I hide behind the reference books on the top floor of the library. No one ever notices me up here, apart from the librarian who checks on me every few hours.
So, when I spot Trent’s blond head coming up the back stairwell, my mouth falls open in shock. What is he doing here? We’re not supposed to meet for another hour. He makes a beeline toward me, and my smile widens.
He stops in front of me with a cocky look on his face. “You’re at my table.”
I tap the open chair next to me. “Sit.” He does as I instruct, and I add, “What are you doing up here?”
“I needed a place to study. My house is too loud.”
