Want Me (Extracurricular Activities, #1)

by Neve Wilder

“About to complain right now?” He lifted his hands to either side of my face, one palm warm with body heat, the other cool from holding the water glass. The tantalizing disparity in temperature made me bite my lip. “Maybe,” I said, but I wouldn’t. I had no real complaints, hadn’t in months and months. What protests I did make were little more than desperate pleas when he worked me into a frenzy. And they, in turn, worked him up, too. I understood him as well as he understood me, and what had once felt like a careful dance between us was now more intentional, more confident, our wants and needs slotting together in a balanced give-and-take that was so damn incendiary and satisfying I still couldn’t believe this was my life sometimes. There was an additional factor, too, one that I’d underestimated at first, hadn’t been able to grasp onto the nature of what it was, exactly: the way we told each other everything, the quiet moments that came between the inferno of our chemistry, when we were just doing mundane things like grabbing a bite after class or hanging out at a bar with friends. An errant touch, a look between us that was somehow like understanding and promise at once. Intimacy. Trust. Reciprocity.