“I don’t regret it,” I whisper. “Good.” He fists my shirt, pulling me closer. “Because next time? I’m gonna fuck you so good it will end with you coming all over my cock.” My heart flutters when he catches my lower lip between his teeth. “So good it will be worth those forty-four-hour drives.” With that, he releases me and opens his car door. He’s reversing out of the driveway when I realize he was referring to the drive from Los Angeles to Dartmouth.
SCREAMING
