A gasp escapes from me when he rolls to the side and takes me with him so I end up sprawled across his chest. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, unwilling to allow reality to intrude just yet.
What just happened between us wasâ¦
Perfect.
So perfect that moisture pricks the backs of my eyes.
What I donât want is for him to catch a glimpse of the emotion Iâm struggling with.
The gift he just gave me is exactly what Iâve been searching for all these years. A man who isnât going to treat me like Iâm fragile and need to be handled with the utmost of care.
Iâm knocked from those thoughts when his arms tighten, pressing me closer to his chest.
His voice is a deep rumble. âAre you going to tell me your name, or should I just keep calling you sunshine?â
Itâs almost agonizing, the way air leaks from my lungs.
If I were smart, Iâd untangle myself from him before slipping from the bed. Then Iâd make a promise to do a better job of steering clear of Maverick McKinnon in the future.
Butâ¦
How can I do that when heâs the only one capable of making my body soar?
His muscles fill with tension. âIs there a reason you wonât tell me?â
My heartrate kicks up tempo, beating faster. I nibble my lower lip before reluctantly admitting, âWillow.â
âWillow,â he murmurs, as if tasting my name on his lips.
Thatâs all it takes for a shudder to slide through me.
His fingers slip beneath my chin to lift it until thereâs no other choice but to meet the steeliness of his mahogany-colored eyes. âBreak up with him, Willow.â
When I remain silent, his voice dips, turning harsher. âDid you hear me, sunshine? I want you to break up with him.â
âI heard you.â
Tension vibrates off him in heavy waves. âThen give me an answer.â
I force myself to stay strong. âI canât do that.â
A growl escapes him as he flips me onto my back and cages me in with his strength until heâs all Iâm cognizant of. Before I can draw in a deep, cleansing breath, his lips slam into mine. His tongue plunges inside me the same way his cock had driven into my body a handful of minutes ago.
And then Iâm lost in a sea of sensation.
In the taste of him.
The possessiveness of his touch.
Just when it feels like Iâm drowning, he breaks off contact and rips himself away. It doesnât escape me that our breathing has turned labored.
Anger sparks in his dark depths as he narrows his eyes. âDoes he make you feel anything close to this?â Thereâs a pause. âHas anyone ever played with your body the way I do?â
I press my lips together and shake my head. This, at least, I can answer with absolute honesty. âNo.â
âThe fucker disrespected you by making out with another girl in front of your damn face.â His upper lip curls in disdain. âHow can you want to be with someone like that?â
His question churns through my brain. The situation is so much more complicated than he understands. Iâm afraid to tell him the truth. Afraid that itâll destroy and taint everything thatâs happened between us.
When I remain silent, he growls, âYou deserve so much better. If he doesnât realize how special you are, then fuck him. I would treat you like a queen.â Thereâs a pause as his deep voice dips, flooding with unspent emotion. âGive me a chance to prove it. Just one. Thatâs all I need.â
My heart twists beneath my breast. Itâs so much more agonizing than I could have imagined. âMaverickâ¦â
He shakes his head before nipping at my lower lip and drawing it inside his mouth. Our gazes remain locked in silent battle.
Itâs only when he releases the plump flesh already swollen from his previous kisses that he demands, âBreak up with him.â
âIt would be for the best if we didnât see one another again.â
There isnât a single drop of humor in the laughter that escapes from him. âItâs much too late for that, sunshine. Your fate was sealed the moment I caught sight of you on the other side of the plexiglass. Itâs just that neither of us realized it in the moment.â
Heâs wrong.
The second our gazes collided, I felt the shift in energy. Almost like an impending storm was about to wreak havoc in my life.
And I wasnât wrong.
In a blink, my world was forever altered. Never to be the same again.
Butâ¦
If he discovers the truth, everything will change. Weâre nothing more than a sandcastle. All itâll take is one strong wave to crash onto the shore and destroy everything weâve built.
I canât help but try to sway his decision one more time. âWe can still walk away from this,â I whisper.
The steely look returns to his eyes. âHowâs that possible when youâre my tutor?â He cocks his head. âWeâre going to be spending a lot of time together this semester. Coach promised that youâd be able to help with all my classes if thatâs what I needed.â His eyes glint. âAnd I do. I need it. I need you.â
My heart lurches. âIâll find someone else. Stacie is the tutor you were originally scheduled to work with.â Even though I hate the idea, I force myself to say, âSheâs great. If you gave her a chance, youâd really like her.â
His gaze bores into mine as he shakes his head. âForget it. Youâre the only one Iâll work with.â
âButââ
Dismissing me, he slips from the bed and straightens to his full height before stretching lean muscles.
Even though I should look away, I canât. Heâs beautifully built. All that tightly harnessed power humming beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed.
I canât imagine what it would be like to have that kind of strength.
He probably never catches so much as a cold, while Iâve spent the previous four years being coddled as if Iâm weak.
Sickly.
Maverick is the first person to come along and not treat me like one germ will be enough to take me down.
And I love it.
Iâve relished the time weâve spent together.
But thereâs a reason for that.
And itâs because he doesnât know the truth.
Thereâs so much Iâve refused to share.
Everything would change between us if he knew. I wish he would accept that the decision Iâm trying to make is the best one for both of us.
Unable to sit still for another moment, I throw off the covers and force myself from the bed. âI should go.â
He glances over his shoulder with narrowed eyes to meet my gaze. âAre you running back to him now?â
I hate that he thinks Iâm happy to bounce between two men. âNo. I just need a little time to think.â
He pivots, eating up the space between us with a few strides until heâs standing directly in front of me. Until I have to tilt my chin to hold his steady gaze. In silence, he unclasps the necklace before carefully placing it around my neck and fastening it so the delicate chain once again hangs there. He toys with the W pendant for a second or so before his fingers drift upward along the curve of my jaw. Only then does he tighten his grip so I canât break free.
âNow that Iâve found you, Iâm not about to let you go, sunshine. If you donât show up at the library at six sharp on Wednesday, Iâll rip this damn campus apart to find you.â
My heartbeat stutters before slamming into overdrive. âIs that a threat?â
His lips lift into a wry grin as he brushes them across mine for a soft kiss. âNo, baby. Itâs a promise. And if thereâs anything I pride myself on, itâs being a man of my word.â