Maisie
Quinlan finally pulled back, breaking the kiss with a slow tug on my bottom lip that sent a fresh, traitorous shiver through me.
I was dizzy. Annoyingly flustered.
My knees nearly gave out beneath me and for one horrifying second I actually pitched forward.
His hands settled on my waist automatically.
His smile was edged with masculine satisfaction and arrogance. "Can you walk, cherie?"
The smug tone pulled on the anger I felt inside.
My grip on his shirt tightened and without hesitation, I drove my knee high between his legs. "I am not your cherie."
Quinlan hissed and folded slightly, a pained sound escaping him, but even that did not wipe the heat from his expression. If anything, it only sharpened it.
Goddess, he looked delighted. He grew even harder against my stomach.
"Fuck," he breathed, leaning in close enough to brush my ear. "Keep that up, May, and I'll rail you right through this door while the whole school watches."
My face flamed.
My pulse tripped.
