Kind of wanted to burn every single piece of clothing I’d been wearing, but that would only set off the alarms, and then everyone would hate me for setting them off at such an ungodly hour.
To think, everyone around me was asleep, dreaming peacefully, unaware Mel was gone. Hardly anyone would care, but still. The mere thought annoyed me to no end.
I moved under the water, yanking the inner curtain closed. The water coursed down my body, practically scalding, but it felt so damn good. Who the hell could take showers that didn’t burn off the top layer of your skin? If there was anyone out there like that, I had yet to meet them. There was something about the way the hot water felt on my skin that I loved.
Seriously, I was known at home for long showers, and not because I was jerking off like the boys did. I just stood there, letting the water pelt my hair and my back, and let myself relax.
And if you knew me, you knew how hard it was for me to fully relax.
Maybe the heat helped to lower my guard. Maybe the steam was a way for me to just be peaceful and tranquil without having to prove anything to anybody. No tough Kelsey, just naked Kelsey in the shower, and that really wasn’t much to see.
I let out a long sigh, and it wasn’t but two seconds later when I heard the door to the bathroom open. Was someone else up? Seemed an odd hour for any student to willingly get up, but maybe they ran to the rec before their morning class or something—
Turned out, I didn’t have to worry, because it wasn’t another student.
Well, it was, but it was just Levi.
Just Levi, as if it could ever be just him.
He stepped into my stall, moving around the outer curtain. He pulled the inner one aside, getting a nice, long look at my body before I realized what he was doing. Or, more accurately, where he was.
“This is the girls’ restroom,” I told him, as if he didn’t know. “You can’t just walk in here—”
“Why not?” he asked, cocking his head and giving me a smirk that sent my insides a tumbling. “You did.” He must’ve left his jacket back in the room, hopefully the door unlocked as well, for he went straight to yanking off his shirt and laying it on top of my clothes.
“Yeah, well I’m a girl. Are you?” A silly question, because we both knew the answer to it by now.
Levi Harlen was no girl, not with that body, not with that dick.
He took off his shoes and socks, electing to go barefoot in a communal shower, which was kind of nasty, but my snide remark on that died in the back of my throat as I watched him take off his pants and his boxers.
What was I thinking about again? All train of thought vanished in my head. It was impossible to look at Levi when he was naked and not zero in on his cock. I mean, it was just there, and even before it got hard, it was impressive.
I knew now wasn’t exactly the best time for sex, but I’d be damned if this man didn’t step in the shower and we didn’t have a little quickie. Some stress relief. Maybe getting fucked against the shower wall would help me forget the previous night’s events. If any dick was magical, it was his.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, my body heating in a way the hot water on my back could never drum up. My eyes were slow to rise from his dick, unhurriedly raking across his chiseled abdomen—each and every square there rising and falling with the ragged breaths he took. The man knew what would happen if he stepped in here, and he did it anyway.
I’d call him a fool, but by now we were both aware of how foolish each of us were.
“I’m keeping you company,” Levi said, his body pressing against mine as he closed the inner curtain, shutting us both in. The stalls weren’t exactly created with the idea of two people sharing them—and we’d definitely get in trouble if anyone else walked in—but that was half the fun, wasn’t it?
“Uh-huh,” I murmured, running my hands down his chest, the hard muscle underneath tensing from my touch. “Company. Is that what kids call it these days? I’m so out of touch—”
Levi pressed his forehead against mine, and his arms snaked their way around my lower back, pulling me against him. He grew harder and harder by the second, and I couldn’t help but sigh when I felt that erection pressing against my lower stomach. “Who’re you calling a kid?” he posed the question, giving me a slow smirk.
“You,” I whispered over the noise of the water, knowing I only egged him on. What could I say? Egging on this man was one of my favorite pastimes, and I’d missed it all those weeks we were apart.
His chest let out a rumble, almost like a growl. The sound made me shiver. “I’m not much of a teacher, but I think you need a lesson.” His hands were like iron on my sides, flipping me so that my back was against him. He leaned his cheek on the top of my head, adding, “I think you’ll like the lesson.”
His hands roamed over my body, possessive in the way they gripped my breasts and claimed every inch of skin on my stomach as his. Before his hands could touch that aching bit between my legs, he put his hands on my upper back and bent me over. I had to place my palms on the tiled wall
