It’s been an entire month since Shayler Thompson has orgasmed from something not made out of silicone. If her sour mood is any indication, she needs to get laid like yesterday. So when she walks up to a sexy nerd at the bar and propositions him, it seems like a great idea. Until he rejects her and calls her easy.
Still reeling from his hurtful words, Shayler is surprised to find that the nerd, David, is a Teaching Assistant for the one college class she’s totally embarrassing herself in. When he offers to help her study, she accepts, thinking that maybe she’ll get laid after all. But David isn’t into casual sex, and Shayler refuses any sort of commitment. With enough chemistry to set his dumb Prius on fire, she’s sure one of them will eventually give in…she just really hopes it won’t be her.
“I’ve never brought anyone here before,” she confessed. “Aside from friends, I mean. No guys.”
“Why?” He sat down next to her.
“Because if a guy comes over, it’s likely they’ll want to take a shower and stay overnight and have breakfast like they’re the fucking mouse in that kids book about rodents eating cookies.”
He pushed back a piece of her hair and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. “But you want me here.”
“Good? That’s it? You’re not gonna keep asking me why?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
“I don’t care why you want me here,” he said, his tone firm. “I only care that you want me.”
His words simmered in her veins until she couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting up taller, she hooked her arms around his neck and brought herself closer to him. His breath was hot on her face, and his hands were even hotter on her waist. She grazed her lips on his, the tension so delicate that she feared it could be shattered.
Goosebumps ran up and down her bare arms and legs, and she shook softly. He closed the small gap and moved his mouth gently with hers. The kiss burned slowly through her, starting in the pit of her stomach and growing outward until she was sure she’d turn into a pile of ashes.
He cradled her head with one hand, but the other stayed on her waist. It was so sweet, reminiscent of a first kiss. Not the kind she’d had, when she’d gone to a pool party in sixth grade and someone had dared Jeremy Adams to kiss her, but like in the movies, when two kids knew they were meant for one another and shared a kiss in their early years. It was unsure, unsteady, but life altering.
Shayler moved forward, knocking David onto her pillows as she took the opportunity to straddle him. It was a natural position, one she was used to. But different. She wasn’t thinking about how her stomach looked, if she was working hard enough, or wondering if she tasted like the pizza she’d had for lunch.
All that mattered were his arms wrapped around her, his body underneath her, and his gaze that pierced into hers when she rested her forehead on his in order to take a breath. It was more consuming than anything she’d done before. And she had this awful feeling that all those years she’d spent thinking she was living were really spent waiting for this one moment, when she was finally alive.
David’s hands slipped under her shirt and stroked her spine. Shayler arched into him, holding on tighter. As he ran his fingers over her hips and back, Shayler let out a shuddering breath, unable to close her eyes.
He was beautiful. He was … everything. Her chest tightened, and she searched his face. Words had lodged themselves in her throat, and no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t figure out what they were, couldn’t spit them out. They stayed on her tongue.
“Shayler,” he whispered.
She struggled to keep herself pushed up, her elbows shaking the longer she stayed there. But she wanted to keep looking at him, to keep hearing him.
“Shayler,” he repeated a little louder. “I love you.”