Austin’s POV
With every probing plunge of my tongue, I want Emma more.
I study the pouting swell of Emma's rosy lips with intense pleasure, arousal flashing through my body with storm-force potency.
As my body begins to react, I stop kissing her and determine not to let my libido take over when there are so many classmates around us.
I sigh with unhidden regret as the awkward silence stretches.
“I really do wish I can lock you up in my bed and force you to moan with excitement. But sadly, I let you run away from me.”
"Emma? Say something, or do you want me to kiss you again?" My eyes land on her full lower lip.
She is breathing rapidly and compresses her lips.
"This is wrong," she reminds me with sudden resentful heat. "None of that should happen. You have a girlfriend, and I
