The silence in Ethan’s room was deafening.
Mia stood inches away, her tiny white crop top barely containing her breasts, n*****s visibly hard against the thin fabric. The gray shorts rode high on her hips, showing the smooth curve where thigh met ass. She held the biology textbook like a prop, but her eyes told a completely different story.
Ethan’s chest rose and fell heavily. His c**k was already straining hard against his shorts, the memory of her mouth on him last night and the denial in the truck still burning through his blood.
He stared at her for one long, agonizing second.
Then the last thread of his control snapped.
“f**k it,” he growled, voice low and rough.
He closed the distance in one stride, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her.
This kiss was nothing like th
