Page 55 of Campus Heat

“Indirectly, but yes,” I laughed. “It produced NADH and FADH for the electron transport chain.”

He didn’t respond, so I looked up to see where his attention had drifted. He wasn’t looking at the book. Instead, he was looking at me. My stomach dipped.

“What?” I asked quietly.

“You have this very intense look when you tutor,” he said with a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said shyly. “I just don’t want you to fail, so I’m trying my best to help you understand.”

“Maybe,” he said, moving closer. “A distraction could be more helpful than you think.”

My pulse skipped, and I reminded myself to focus on the topic at hand, but my mind was all too happy to give in to that distraction.

“We should focus on this,” I said, tapping my notebook.

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I am focused on this.”

Heat climbed up my neck. I looked down at the book, pretending that I was taking in the diagram of the Krebs cycle, but I couldn’t keep my eyes on it even if I wanted to. He moved closer. I felt it before I saw it.

“Elizabeth,” he said, and his voice was hoarse with desire.

I shouldn’t have looked up. I knew that, but I did it anyway. And suddenly the Krebs cycle no longer mattered.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I murmured.

“Like what?” he teased as he leaned forward, closing the distance between us.

“Like you want nothing more than to ravage me.”

“Oh, but that’s exactly what I want to do,” he said.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he pulled me into a deep kiss. This time it wasn’t accidental or caused by a foggy mind. It was deliberate and intense. The book fell from my hands, but neither of us reacted. In that moment, it was just the two of us and the hidden passion we had been avoiding since we first met.

His hands found my waist, and he pulled me closer. The second my body touched his… That was the exact moment my resistance dissolved. The weeks of pent-up tension wanted out, and the only way we could achieve that was by finally giving in.

“Ethan,” I breathed.

“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he said in a pained voice.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I assured.

“But if we go on, we can forget the studying for the day, you know that, right?”

Instead of answering, I kissed him back even harder, pouring all my desire and need for him into it. He responded by pulling me up and fumbling for the bed, but we barely made it. Flashcards went flying, highlighters rolled out of our way, and everything we had been busy with was forgotten. Every touch felt charged. They were urgent, but careful. Both of us understood that nothing about this situation was casual.

It wasn’t rushed or reckless. We had both chosen to give in to our feelings and fully understood what it meant for the months to come. With a slight lift, Ethan put me down on the bed, but he didn’t just dive back into it. He took a moment to admire my body. He undressed me with his eyes before his hands joined the party. His hands moved up my legs, teasing the rim of my pants before slipping into them. With one swift movement, he pulled them off completely, and then he turned his attention to my top.

He decided not to waste too much time on that, so he just grabbed it and tore it. The whole situation was still trying to process in my mind. I was on Ethan’s bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy G-string and a bra. And the hunger in his eyes was enough to make even that melt off. With a shaky breath, he leaned down and kissed me again. It was slow and meaningful, but it only lasted a moment. He kissed his way down my body and onto my chest. My back arched as my breasts begged for his touch, and he gladly delivered.

He cupped them both firmly before sliding his thumbs in beneath my bra. My breath hitched as he moved over my swollen nipples. My entire body was on fire, needing more of him and simultaneously wanting less. It was torture, and yet I wasn’t ready for it to end.

“Ethan,” I breathed as my fingers tangled in the sheets.

He gave me a wicked smile before ripping off my panties. He didn’t even give me a chance to adapt before shoving his fingers inside me. I cried out in delight, but that only made him wilder. He teased my nipple with his tongue before gently biting down on it. Goosebumps broke out across my entire body, and I could feel him smile against my breast.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked devilishly.

“I want you naked and on top of me,” I said, sounding more annoyed than I intended.