Page 93 of Silk Sheets

“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling him pull my back to his front.

“Shh” he cooed into my neck.

“You’re going to get into trouble if they catch us,” I whispered, trying to pull his hands off me. “And I need to get back to Julian to talk about his sloppy catching skills before the next tryouts.”

I could’ve sworn he grunted with disapproval. “His hands roam too much.”

“He’s a male cheerleader whohasto catch me so that I don’t crack my skull in half,” I whispered. “As long as his hands are roaming to catch me, I really don’t care.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Well… doyouwant to be a male cheerleader and catch me?” I mused and he looked mortified by the suggestion. “Exactly,” I said, whipping around so that my hair whipped him in his face.

“Wear that cheerleading uniform for me later and I’ll let my hands roam,” he stepped closer to remove any andallspace between us.

My clit definitely heard that.

His hands slipped to my ass and he squeezed, pulling my front to his. With a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, I batted my long eyelashes at him. “Yes,professor.”

A satisfied grin played on his lips before he lowered his lips to mine.

Hating my next move, I planted my hands on his chest and pulled away. “I’ll see you at home,” I whispered.

Sneakily I exited the library and someone grabbed my wrist, pulling me into one of the classrooms and shut the door behind us.Logan.

TWENTY-THREE

DAKOTA

With his strong hold, Logan pushed me up against the wall the same time as his lips came crashing down to mine.

My arms stiffened at my side as he pinned me to the wall with his body, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip.

When I parted my lips, his tongue effortlessly slid into my mouth and a groan ripped from my throat. He deepened the kiss, and his fingers tangled in my hair as he tugged my head back.

He pressed his front to mine and his free hand grabbed my waist. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding his body to mine. My nipples grew tight, brushing against his chest and a breathless moan slipped out.

His free hand slipped underneath my dress and brushed against my inner thigh, causing a dangerous heat to grow between my thighs.

Breathlessly breaking the kiss, his hold on my hair tightened so that I looked up directly into his eyes.

I subtly bit my bottom lip, my chest heavily rising and falling. My eyes dropped to his swollen lips and his eyes held a deadly kind of lust. I pulled his hand out from underneath my dress as I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my heart thump.

A grin tugged at his lips as he leaned in and the urge to taste his lips again eats at me while impatiently waiting for him to kiss me again.

He pressed his front to mine and I sucked in a quick breath as a tingling sensation wiggled through my lower stomach. He lifted the back of my thigh, pressing himself harder against me and my clit ached withneedfor him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the taunt in his voice echoing in my head. He slipped his hand between my thighs, separating them. “Talk to me,” he said as he leaned in to take my bottom lip between his teeth. He gently tugged it before pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out as I stared into his glossy eyes, mischief lurking inside of them.

I shifted in his palm and suddenly a satisfactory feeling shot throughout my body.

“You’re not mad at me?” I asked, looking up at him and he seemed confused by my question.

“Baby, why would I be mad at you?”

“Last night we were interrupted. And then I ended up falling asleep. You weren’t at breakfast this morning either, so I just—” he cut me off with a tender kiss and I couldn’t help but melt under him.