Tanith wasn’t where she’d been during the readings, and a quick scan of the room revealed she wasn’t anywhere else either. I was about to panic when I saw the plexiglass wall covered in words and pictures and scribbles. A flash of blond hair moved behind it, barely visible behind the colorful graffiti.
I was done with all pride by this point. I ran right for her, coming around the wall, and skidding to a stop.
“Tanith,” I said, breathing hard. “Goddess.”
She turned, and it was like being kicked right in the bollocks looking at her. It nearly drove me to my knees. The pain and hope shimmering in her summer-sea eyes, the soft mouth, the flushed cheeks. She was wearing a short black dress, and the bodice was low enough that I could see how hard she was breathing too. It would take nothing to shove her skirt up to her waist, free myself, and plunge inside.
In fact, I was shaking with the need to do it. Shaking so hard that my voice came out rough and shivery.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” I told her, meaning it with every ounce of my being. “I wanted to take the easy road—I wanted to have you, and I wanted to have you on my terms. And I can see what a selfish fucking thing that was now. I can see why it hurt you. Why you should be hurt by it. I want you back, but you have to know that if you decide to take me, I will never, ever hurt you like that again. I don’t want—I don’t want to hide you or to control you or for you to ever feel beneath me in any way. I just want to watch you be amazing. I want to help—but only when and how you ask for it. I want to be there, in the shadows, supporting you. Loving you.”
Tears slid down her cheeks as she smiled at me.
“I’ll be there loving you anyway,” I said softly, approaching her slowly and reaching up to wipe a tear off her cheek before it could reach her mouth. “Even if you say no. Even if you walk away right now, which is what I deserve. I’ll be there loving you anyway. Always. For every tomorrow.”
Her face crumpled then, and she hid her face against my chest.
“I want to hate you,” she said, crying, and then I was crying too, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care because I was holding her again. Even if it didn’t last, even if she were about to tell me she never wanted to see me again, at least I got to feel this one last time. Her body against mine. Warm and perfect.
“You should hate me,” I said. “I was a right cunt, and you know it.”
She laughed through her tears, her shoulders shaking a little. “You were. And I do.” She tilted her face up to mine and found my gaze. “But I don’t hate you,” she whispered. “I miss you and I want to be yours again. I want it to be like it should have been in the beginning—no secrets, no charity. Just us.”
I lowered my face to hers, exulting when she allowed me to brush my lips over hers. “What are you saying, Tanith?” I asked her, slipping my finger under her chin so she had to keep looking at me. “What do you want?”
A small smile played over her mouth, and before she leaned in to kiss me again, I could see her flush deepen along her cheekbones. “One more tomorrow, Owen Montgomery. And if you play your cards right, maybe a few more after that.”
I gave her a long, hard kiss, my tongue finding hers and laying claim, savoring her sweet and minty taste. “As many tomorrows as you want, goddess. They’re all yours.”
Epilogue
Owen
“Owen!” Tanith hissed at me. “Our parents are here!”
“They’re in the auditorium,” I murmured, not dissuaded in the least from my occupation. I was on my knees and lifting the hem of her graduation robe to see if she were wearing knickers. And—ah, brilliant—there were no knickers to be found. Just silky, golden curls and the tight seam of her cunt.
“But the library isn’t locked, what if someone comes in—oh—”
“They can’t see us back here,” I assured her as I tickled my fingers across her soft skin. She shivered above me, her hand going to my shoulder to steady herself as I rubbed gently against her clit. “And you can’t tell me that you didn’t want this very thing to happen. You can’t tell me that you omitted wearing knickers this morning because you didn’t want to be fucked in your valedictorian robes.”
“But not in the library—Owen—!”
I’d buried my face in her curls while she was talking and then given her a long lick—a wet, hard one with the flat of my tongue on the needy little berry at the top of her pussy. Her hair had grown back, and I almost preferred it. “It won’t take long,” I promised, already pushing her thighs apart and giving her two thick fingers to ride while I serviced her clit. “You know how fast you come when we’re doing something dirty and wrong.”
She swore, but then both her hands were in my hair, and she was properly riding my face, arching against the bookshelf behind her, panting up at the ceiling.
I grinned evilly against her pussy. My dirty girl couldn’t hide her dirty secrets from me. Public sex, filthy sex, rough sex—she secretly craved it all. And while I’d never thought I’d be the public, filthy, rough type of geezer, either, this girl brought out the brute in me. She made me wild and desperate and crazed until nothing mattered but touching her. Tasting her. Losing myself inside her.
It took only another minute to get her there, to feel her pussy quiver against my touch,
