BLURB: Lia, eighteen and innocent, thinks moving into a coed dorm at college was a mistake. But then she meets college senior Julian, and things are about to take a scintillating turn. He’s the older, confident bad-boy, and Lia can’t stop thinking about him. When he agrees to give her private "lessons," Lia starts to learn way more outside of class than she does in class. What she’s not prepared for, though, is falling in love. Hard.
He takes a step closer to where I stand next to my bed. "I just wanted to make sure you got back to your room safely."
"I'm not your little sister."
"I never said you were." He takes another step closer with his long legs so he's standing right in front of me, so near I can feel the heat from his body even though not a single part of him is touching me. I inhale his scent, like soap or deodorant or some other mysterious male smell I can’t identify.
Neither of us moves for a few seconds; we just stare at each other, like we're in some sort of standoff. My heart's pounding. I lick my lips nervously, and I hear him breathe in sharply. Because I licked my lips? I open my mouth slightly, just the tiniest bit, to see what effect that has. This time he breathes out a low growl.
"I shouldn't be here right now." The words are gruff, but his fingers gently finding my wrist say otherwise, running up the inside of my arm, and I shiver from his touch, from the sudden spiral of desire spinning inside me. Then he leans down, his body still a few inches from me, and lowers his lips to mine softly. For a second, our lips touch, nothing more.
He pulls away slightly and licks his lips, starts to turn, as if to leave the room. But then he stops and stands completely still, indecision written in the hard set of his jaw as he hesitates.
He's going to go, I think, disappointment crushing me.
Then, suddenly, he moves quickly back toward me.
He growls, and his hands are on my lower back, his mouth on mine again but harder now, forceful. Tentatively I step forward so our bodies are touching and feel, to my shock and new desire, how hard he is as he presses into my stomach. He takes my face in his hands as he kisses me, his lips hungry. My mouth opens to his searching tongue. He tastes like dark chocolate and mint.
I’m weightless, dizzy with desire and disbelief. This is happening. This is really happening!
Without warning, he lets go and steps backward. When he looks at me, his face is tight and angry again.
"Julian," I whisper. "That . . . "
He interrupts. "Is never going to happen again."
And he leaves, slamming the door behind him.
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