Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

off you as soon as possible.”
I look up at him, feeling Olivia right outside the room.
He dips down, his breath on my lips as he hovers, not kissing me.
“Callum—”
“Shhh…” he tells me. “I snuck in.”
“I thought you had a meeting of the Skull and Bones.”
He grins, brushing off my teasing.
He’s trying to get a head start in some fraternity before he goes to college
next year. Schmoozing alumni and legacies. Milking connections that his
father already made for him. I like that he’s ambitious, even if whatever we
have going won’t last beyond graduation. He’ll go to one school in the fall.
I’ll go to another.
And we both know neither one of us is waiting for the other while we’re
away.
“You can’t see the dress.” I stand back up and spin out of his arms.
But he pulls me back in, and I suck in a breath. He presses his body to
mine, gazing into my eyes without blinking. “Undress for me,” he whispers.
I still.
“Let me watch the dress come off and your clothes put back on,” he
murmurs, his nose brushing mine. “I won’t touch you.”
Part of me wants to. I like how slowly he moves, easing me into it.
He walks us backward into the dressing room and closes the curtain.
“Every time I see you, I want third base already, Clay. Show me.”
He moves over my lips, holding back just enough to make my skin tingle
where his warmth breath falls.
I want him. I look up into his eyes, picturing myself tearing his shirt off
his body and what his skin will feel like against mine, but the tingles fade,
and I inch up on my tiptoes, searching for his mouth. Chasing it. Fighting to
get it back.
“Unbutton me,” I pant.
I want him.
I want him to touch me and kiss me and take me home and sneak into my
bed and…
He loses it. Grabbing my waist, he brings his mouth down on mine,
backing me into the wall and hikes up my skirt. He nestles himself between
my legs, holding my knee at his waist.
His other hand works the buttons at my back.