Gavin dragged me to a party in one of the underclassmen dorms. It was a hall party with all the rooms open and drinks flowing.

I’d been sitting on a bed sandwiched between some girls. Guys sat on a nearby desk and some stood around. I’d glanced up to see Biscuit, her accusatory eyes wide with the wrong idea.

I jumped up fast to chase after her when she disappeared from my view. She hadn’t run, so in a couple of strides I caught her arm and spun her around to face me.

“It isn’t what it looked like.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Her eyes were like artillery trained on me, ready to fire.

I was tired of playing games. I wanted this girl with every fiber of my being. Which was why I was ready to bolt from that room before she’d come.

“Doesn’t it?”

Somewhere in the distance I thought I heard Gavin shouting. He and Megan were probably going at it, but I didn’t care.

She glared at me. “I guess you’re used to girls flinging themselves at you, including me. I’m sure you have a good laugh about it.”

She twisted her arm this way and that to break free from me, but I wasn’t letting go. I moved closer, leaning in a little. “Let me prove it to you.”

The challenge in my eyes should have been plain to see. I dared her to give me a chance.

If she’d been related to Superman, I’d have been cut up by laser beams. “You and I want different things.”

Slowly, I let the smile form like I was drawing it on my face. “I want you.”

Our mouths crashed together as if finding each other like guided missiles. Her taste, her touch, drove me insane. I stepped her back, flattening her tiny body into the wall. She curled a leg around mine as I kissed her like she was oxygen.

“Keep it moving, people,” a voice rang out like a megaphone. “This isn’t an X-Rated hall—take that somewhere else.”

I pulled back, drinking in air, never taking my eyes off of hers, which crinkled in the corners, filled with amusement. She grabbed my hand and twined her fingers with mine.

Surprising her, I pulled her back into the room I’d been in.

“Hey everyone, this is my girlfriend Reagan.”

Everyone greeted her or waved, even the girls she’d been jealous of.

“We’re headed out. Thanks for the beer.”

The guy in the corner tipped his head in acknowledgement. I pulled her out into the hall. We briefly stopped, so she could whisper something in her friend's ear.

I couldn’t exactly ask Gavin what the hell was going on, but we traded looks. His expression suggested that he was fed up. Yet he hadn’t taken the opportunity to leave while Megan was distracted. He may act indifferent, but I knew better. My girl turned back to me, biting her lip. My dick wanted in her so fucking bad. I hurriedly moved us through the exit doors.

“Your place?” Her mouth expelled a cloud of frost.

There wasn’t a certainty that this night was heading in the direction I craved—my bedroom—still, I said, “That’s cool.”

We hadn’t gotten far before she brought up the subject of my introduction of her to the people I’d been hanging out with.

“I should ask,” she began but didn’t stop walking. “Girlfriend…?”

“Is that a problem?”

I hadn’t exactly planned to say that. It popped from my mouth, surprising me as much as I’m sure it had her.

She shook her head, giving me a pleased grin.

“I should ask you, why my place?”

Her steps faltered a second. “I don’t know.”

Once we got there, I steered her to the sofa, pulling out the remote.

“What are you in the mood for?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t watched a lot of movies lately because of my course schedule, and before that, my mom was pretty strict.”

“Have you ever watched Game of Thrones?” She shook her head.

“That’s a must.”

I’d forgotten how the show began. She seemed rattled by the graphic nature of it. It only made me think more that she was a virgin.

The kissing began when I asked if she wanted to watch something else. She’d shaken her head and leaned up to press her lips to mine.

Wanting easier access, I’d pulled her onto my lap. I did my best to keep myself from grabbing her ass or palming the soft curve of her breasts that were plastered to my chest.

The door slammed and Gavin joked, before disappearing upstairs, “Get a room.”

Quickly, we separated. Her cheeks turned the color her lips had been before we’d made out.

“Should we go to your room?” she asked, nibbling on the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah.”

I got up and adjusted. She had me harder than I thought possible.

After I closed the door, I turned back to find her glancing nervously at my bed. Reaching out, I tugged her to me and resumed kissing her.

Somewhere along the way, we ended up there anyway. Small as it was, I was practically on top of her. I gripped her hips until I dared slide my hands higher. This concept was new for me. She was different. I wanted to take my time.

My hand was halfway home when she said, “Stop, wait.”

I rolled to my side to put space between us.

“No problem.” I scrubbed a hand over my face trying to think of something other than being inside her. I wanted to grip my dick into submission as it painfully throbbed. But I didn’t think calling attention to it was a good thing with the fear marring her pretty face.

“I’m sorry.” She looked on the verge of tears and that stabbed me right in the chest.

I cupped her face.

“Shh. Don’t be. I would never pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.”

Her eyes held mine as if searching for the truth of my words. “Thank you.”

I should have told her that she didn’t have to thank me. But there were more pressing needs. I shifted into a sitting position.

“We should go back downstairs. Why don’t you head down? I’ll be there in a second.”

I needed to calm down before I went there. I helped her up. Awkwardly, as I couldn’t stand with my dick tenting my pants.

She nodded and I let out a sigh when the door closed behind her.