I want that. I want that so badly.

  My tongue slides out across his lower lip, and he stumbles, bumping into something in the hazy dark.

  “Shit,” he chuckles. Then he groans as he does that lifting thing again, rubbing me against his dick. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

  I pull my mouth away from his and lower my head so I can kiss along the side of his neck and he can see where he’s going.

  I press soft kisses to his throat, feeling the heavy pulse against my lips.

  “Goddamn.”

  I kiss again.

  We tilt, and I cling tighter, trusting him not to drop me.

  I can hear furniture being moved, and I imagine him balancing us on one leg as he kicks things into place.

  Lifting my head, I see we’re in the back corner in one of the reading areas, far enough away from the entrance that if someone did come in, they wouldn’t be able to see us.

  We shift again, followed by wood knocking together, and I look down.

  At a bed.

  I almost laugh.

  It’s not a bed, per se. But Maddox has kicked a trio of benches together, their wood legs perfectly lined up and their padded blue tops making a small but comfortable-enough-looking surface.

  Maddox sees where I’m looking and stills, our chests heaving against each other.

  “Sorry. I… We don’t have to.”

  I turn my head back to meet his eyes. “Maddox, I want to.”

  Even in the dim light, I can see his jaw flex. “Thank fuck.”

  I don’t have time to smile before his mouth is back on mine.

  He lowers us, and my butt hits the first bench. Then I’m lying back across the second bench, and finally, the third acts as my pillow.

  Maddox lifts off me, looking down. “This won’t work.”

  A flicker of rejection burns in my chest, but he douses it with his next words.

  “I need to see you.” He grips my shoulders and pulls me up to a sitting position.

  His hands close around the bottom of my shirt, and he pulls it up over my head.

  My hair falls around my face, and I’m brushing it back when his hands are on my bra.

  They search for just a second before releasing the hooks.

  I refuse to think about how many times he’s done that to be so good at it.

  Maddox pulls the bra from my body and tosses it aside.

  “Jesus,” he moans.

  Then he’s palming my breasts, and I’m the one moaning.

  I grab his forearms, steadying myself.

  He kneels on the floor before me and leans forward.

  My fingers curl, my nails cutting into his skin as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

  The sensation is… all-consuming.

  His mouth is so hot against my pebbled flesh that it pulls the air out of my lungs.

  He curses, then moves to the other peak and sucks it into his mouth.

  That one time I had sex before… it wasn’t like this.

  Maddox releases my breast, then licks a line up my chest. “These fucking freckles. They taste like sunshine.”

  Fingers pinch at my nipples, and I moan.

  “Lie back.” Maddox lets go of my breasts and pushes me back with a hand on my side and shoulder.

  He stands then, looming over me, looking larger than life, as he sheds his hoodie, then pulls his shirt off.

  I start to sit up, wanting to reach for him.

  “Stay still, Little Bunny.”

  I do as he says. But then my mouth drops open when he undoes his jeans and pushes them down his thighs.

  He’s wearing boxers. But they are doing nothing to hide his size.

  He reaches into them, and though I can’t see the details, I know he’s wrapping his fingers around his dick.

  The fabric stretches as he adjusts his position, and then…

  I lick my lips.

  The head of his cock is sticking out the top band of his boxers, the elastic keeping it against his stomach.

  I start to sit up again. The urge to put that thing in my mouth is too strong to ignore.

  But he moves before I can, dropping back to his knees.

  His hands move to my waist and undo the button on my jeans, then the zipper.

  “Hips up.”

  I lift my feet so they’re on the edge of the bench and do as he asks.

  Unlike for himself, Maddox doesn’t leave my underwear on. He pulls them off with my jeans, only pausing to tug my shoes off as well before he throws the whole bundle on top of my bra.

  I’ve never been completely naked like this in front of anybody. But right now, I don’t even care. With Maddox looking at me like that, there’s not a single part of me that’s self-conscious.

  Warm hands press my thighs open, and I expect him to get up again. Expect him to push his boxers off. But he doesn’t.

  He leans in.

  THIRTY-TWO

  MADDOX

  I flatten my tongue against her slit and lick.

  My moan is immediate, and Hannah nearly arches off the bench.

  She tastes so fucking good. So fucking delicious.

  “So fucking wet,” I murmur.

  I curl my arm around her thigh, holding her in place, and lap at her again. With my other hand, I reach up to play with her amazing tits. Her nipples feel perfect between my fingers.

  She tugs at my hair with both hands, pulling on the short strands. “Mad — what are you — fuck —”

  I let her pull my head back a few inches. “I know you said we’re not supposed to eat in the library.” Holding her gaze, I lick the shine off my lips. “But we’re breaking the rules tonight.”

  I spread her legs wider and lower my mouth.

  “No one⁠—”

  I smile against her pussy as her words get cut off in a gasp.

  That’s right, Hannah. Real men eat pussy.

  Closing my lips around her clit, I suck and flick my tongue over the little bundle of nerves.

  “Oh my god.” Her pants are becoming ragged. And I release her clit to swipe my tongue up the length of her again.

  “That’s it,” I coax her as I tease her flesh. “Come on my face like a good girl.”

  I want to tell her to forget about her past boyfriends. That I’ll fuck them right out of her memory. But I don’t want her thinking about them at all.

  Not now. Not ever again.

  She starts to tremble.

  Tightening my arm around her leg, I move my other hand.

  My tongue works her clit — jiggling it — as I slide one finger up and down her slit.

  She’s fucking soaked.

  And I need to feel more of her heat.

  I push my fingertip inside her.

  She jolts. Her body arches.

  If she hadn’t told me otherwise, I’d swear she was untouched.

  “Let go, Babe. Show me how you feel.”

  I suck her clit, just as I shove my finger all the way inside her, and she bursts.

  Her channel clamps down, and her body convulses as she comes.

  It’s so hot.

  And I can’t wait anymore.

  Sitting back, I pull my pants free from the pile of clothing and take the condom out of my wallet.

  Hannah’s still breathing heavily, but she lifts her head to watch me.

  I catch her eye before I tear the package open. “I’m not a player. And I didn’t expect to do this tonight. I just⁠—”

  “Maddox.” She cuts me off. “Shut up and take your boxers off.”

  I grin.

  Goddamn, I like this girl.

  Biting the corner of the condom wrapper, I leave it between my teeth, then stand.

  If she wants to see me, then she’ll see all of me.

  With both hands, I push my boxers down.

  THIRTY-THREE

  HANNAH

  My stomach flips when Maddox frees his cock.

  It’s long. And thick. And honestly, in comparison, I might as well be a virgin, because it’s twice as big as the one I’ve experienced before.

  Maddox closes one fist around his length and slides it up and down. “Keep those legs open for me, Bunny.”

  My knees had started to close of their own accord, suddenly worried for my health.

  “That’s, um.” I nod to his dick. “Big.”

  He chuckles a second before I hear the condom wrapper tear. “And you’re gonna take all of it.”

  My heart — which had just started to recover — picks up speed again.

  He rolls the thin layer of protection down his length.

  I’m on the pill, but I’m glad he came prepared. Because this man, and that cock, could easily have me making stupid decisions.

  Maddox grips my knees and pushes them up and out, opening me farther.

  Then he climbs up and kneels on the bench.

  “Fuck, Babe. I already know your pussy is going to feel amazing.” He rests one hand against my inner thigh while the other grips his dick. He runs the tip up and down my entrance. “Ready?”

  I nod.

  “Tell me, Hannah. Let me hear it.”

  The cool air of the library skitters over my exposed skin, but I still feel like I’m burning up. Like I’m on fire.

  I fist my hands at my sides. “I’m ready.”

  Then he’s pushing forward.

  And I wasn’t ready.

  I stretch around him.

  He groans above me.

  My eyes close.

  And he shoves the rest of the way in.

  My mouth opens. To scream or moan, I don’t know. And I’ll never know because then he’s there.

  Maddox is over me.

  Elbows planted beside my head.

  His mouth on mine.

  His lips sealing in my sounds.

  His hips thrusting.

  His cock sliding out, then pushing in.

  And it’s so much.

  It’s too much.

  My legs wind around his waist. And my hands claw at his sides.

  And… fuck. I can’t even think anymore.

  “That’s it,” he grunts. “So tight.” He slams in harder. “Taking me so good.” He kisses me again.

  My nipples scrape against his chest hair as he moves above me, sending new sparks of desire straight to my center.

  “Maddox,” I pant. “Oh god,” I cry.

  And he doesn’t stop.

  Doesn’t stop moving.

  Doesn’t stop filling me.

  And then he shifts his body higher over me. So when he slides in and out, the base of his cock rubs against my clit. My already overworked clit.

  I tilt my hips into the feeling.

  “Open your eyes.”

  My body does as commanded.

  His beautiful dark eyes are hovering above me.

  “Tell me how you feel,” he demands.

  “Good,” I answer automatically, then lift my hips to match his. “Feels so good.”

  He rolls his hips, getting deeper than before, and I arch my neck.

  “So full.” I dig my fingers into his sides. “I feel so full.”

  “Fuck.” Maddox drops his mouth to mine.

  His tongue swipes into my mouth. His body presses against my nipples. And his cock grinds into my clit.

  And I break.

  “That’s it.” Maddox pulls back to watch me.

  My cries aren’t swallowed this time. They’re loud. Echoing through the stacks.

  “That’s fucking it.”

  He thrusts once more.

  Pushes deep once more.

  Then he’s coming with me.

  His groan is as loud as my cries were, and they sound like heaven.

  His cock throbs inside me, and my body tenses around him. My pussy is contracting so hard a sound of distress leaves my body.

  Maddox throws his head back, and I drag my hands over his muscles as they flex.

  He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

  And right now, he’s all mine.

  THIRTY-FOUR

  MADDOX

  My limbs shake as I do my best not to collapse my full weight onto Hannah.

  “Just need a moment.” I say the words into her hair.

  She slides her smooth hands up and down my sides. “Take your time.”

  I force my lungs to fill. “I’ll get up as soon as my soul reenters my body.”

  Hannah laughs, and it makes her pussy squeeze my still-hard cock.

  I groan.

  “Sorry!” she laughs again, and the sound is… perfect.

  I don’t know how she does it. But with her, I get to experience everything.

  The heat of desire.

  The calmness of just being near each other.

  The lightness of laughter, even in a moment like this.

  “You’re fucking perfection.” I sigh.

  I should feel regret, blurting that out, but I don’t.

  And when Hannah lets out a contented hum, I know it was the right thing to say.

  “You’re pretty great yourself, Maddox Lovelace.”

  In the dark, with my expression hidden in her neck, I smile.

  THIRTY-FIVE

  HANNAH

  Walking back from the bathroom — which was thankfully lit with the same red Exit sign as the stairwell — I press my lips together, wanting to keep the dopey smile off my face.

  I’m not trying to play it cool or pretend that what we just did wasn’t the best experience of my life, but I don’t need to look like I’m completely in love.

  Even though I might be.

  I push that thought aside and settle for smitten.

  As I round the corner, I find Maddox shoving even more furniture together.

  Definitely smitten.

  “What are you building now?” I come to a stop next to him, both of us dressed again.

  He gestures to the four armchairs he wedged against the four corners of the bench bed. “I don’t know how much you move around in your sleep, but I don’t really want the benches sliding apart and us crashing to the floor.”

  “I’ll have you know; I sleep completely still. Like a lady.”

  Maddox snorts. “Sure you do. But on the off chance you don’t, these will hopefully work. And those.” He points to the cushions on the far end of the little bed. “Are our pillows.”

  I glance at the chairs and see the missing back cushions. “Clever.”

  He looks down at me. “I figured those were safer than the butt cushions. But either way” — he pats his chest — “you can use me as your pillow.”

  I bat my eyes at him. “My hero.”

  He surprises me by dropping his mouth to mine and pressing a quick kiss on my lips.

  Then he makes up for the sweetness by slapping my ass. “Now get in bed.”

  Crawling across the benches, I decide not to ask about his roommates.

  I’m new here and haven’t had time to make friends, so I don’t have anyone to call. But Maddox has been here for years. He knows everyone. He lives in the Football House with several of his teammates — a tidbit of information I got from Sissy earlier today. Not that his roommates can unlock the doors for us, but they could fan out around campus and find a security guard. They could do something. But for whatever reason, Maddox isn’t calling them.

  And I’m okay with it.

  Maddox lies down beside me, spreading his arm wide and patting his chest.

  I’m super okay with it.

  I shuffle over, pressing my front into his side, and rest my head on that spot right where his shoulder and chest meet.

  Using his far hand, he lifts his unzipped hoodie. “Our blanket.”

  I help him lay it over our top halves.

  With our blanket in place, Maddox curls his hand around my side, holding me to him.

  “Comfy?” He yawns.

  “Mm-hmm.” Inhaling, I let my lungs fill with his scent, then I hook my knee up over his leg, and something sharp pokes me through his jeans.

  I slide my hand down between us and slip my fingers into his pocket.

  Maddox twists his hips, giving me space, and I’m able to grab the item.

  I hold it up, tipping my head back to look at him. “Really?”

  His smile is sleepy. And incredibly adorable.

  “Here.” He takes it from me and presses one corner of the triangle between his pecs with his pointer finger against the opposite corner, propping the paper football upright. “Make a wish.”

  I can’t stop my grin. “I think that’s for birthdays.”

  He shrugs the shoulder my head is on. “Same rules apply for finger football as for birthday cakes.”

  “How silly of me not to know that.” I settle my cheek back into its spot.

  “I live to teach.” He presses his lips against the top of my head. “Now make a wish and flick it.”

  I battle the butterflies in my stomach and focus on the task. “What am I aiming for?”

  He makes a contemplative sound.

  “Gotta land it on that chair for it to come true.” He uses his shoeless foot to point at the chair securing the far corner of our bench bed.

  I rest my hand just behind the football, the edge of my palm against his chest.

  Then I close my eyes and make my wish.

  I wish for Maddox Lovelace to be the man I marry.

  THIRTY-SIX

  MADDOX

  Hannah’s flick connects with the edge of the paper football, sending it flying.

  It spins through the air, end over end, toward the chair.

  I lift my head to watch it.

  When it starts to veer off course, I kick up my foot and help it, causing the triangle to land on the chair.

  THIRTY-SEVEN

  HANNAH – SATURDAY

  “Bunny.”

  The whispered word has my eyes blinking open. And I’m greeted with sunlight.

  It’s faint. Early morning. But it’s light.

  “Morning.” My voice is quiet and scratchy.

  “Morning,” Maddox says back. He sounds just as sleepy.

  I start to lift my head, then groan, my body protesting the movement.