Page 99 of King of Campus

“Nope.” She pops the P at the end of the word. A huge grin lights up her face.

As we continue walking through campus towards the lot where my truck is parked, I nod to a few people we pass. My hand tightens around hers because I know the attention we draw bothers her.

But tough shit.

To those people, not Ivy.

I’m starting to realize that she’s the only one whose opinion actually matters. Being with Ivy is so different than being with just about anyone else. Sometimes I get the feeling that people agree with me simply because of who I am. And I don’t want that. Hell, half the time, I think she disagrees with me just to be obstinate.

That probably shouldn’t be such a turn on. But it is…

I use the key fob before opening the door for her. Then I jog around to my side, sliding in besides her. For just a moment, I glance over at her as she snaps her seat belt into place across her chest.

No, Ivy Kaster is definitely not my usual type, but I’m starting to realize that’s exactly what makes her so special. Her eyes settle on mine and there must be a look on my face that gives my thoughts away, because I hear the slight catch in her breath as our gazes lock.

She breaks the silence with a whisper. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

Hell yeah, I do.

Christ, I sleep so well when I’m in her bed which is crazy because it’s a tight fit. There’s definitely no room to spread out but I love having her wrapped up in my arms. And I like shooting the shit with her right before we fall asleep, too.

I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.

I used to look at guys like Dylan, and even Sam when he’s had girlfriends, and think they were crazy for wanting to be tied down to one specific female. I couldn’t understand what the point of that was when there was so much pussy out there for the taking.

But I think I get it now.

Hell, we haven’t even had sex yet and I’m totally fucking crazy about her.

It’s making me seriously consider possibilities I’ve never bothered contemplating before. Possibilities that have to do with my future and wanting Ivy to be a permanent fixture in it. But even I, who has absolutely no dating experience what so ever, know that it’s a little too early to be talking about this kind of thing with her. So, I’ll just keep those thoughts to myself for the time being.

Finally I shake my head. If I spend the night with the way I’m currently feeling, I know exactly what will happen and I’m not quite ready for that yet. Believe it or not, I’m actually kind of enjoying all the anticipation we’ve got going on here.

I’ve never experienced that before. In the past, if I felt like getting laid, I went out, found a willing chick (or two) and had sex. Or, at the very least, got a blow job to take the edge off. There was no waiting. No anticipation. It was more or less like scratching an itch. I never gave it too much thought.

The sex meant absolutely nothing to me.

And the girls meant even less.

What I’m feeling now is the complete and total opposite of that.

Her brow lifts. “No?” She leans towards me but can only go so far because of the safety belt harnessing her in place. I’m thinking that’s probably for the best. That belt is my new best friend right now because I am seriously hanging on by a thread over here.

“I want to have sex with you, Roan.” There is so much vulnerability filling her words. As if she’s really putting herself out there by admitting this to me. “Don’t you want that, too?”

Oh god.

Is she fucking serious right now?

It takes everything I have not to plow my fingers through my hair in agitation. There is so much pent up sexual frustration brewing within me, it’s almost overwhelming.

Umm, yeah… of course I want to have sex with Ivy. And it’s in the worst possible way. If I didn’t care about her, I’d be tearing her clothes off and yanking her onto my lap right here in the middle of the damn parking lot before screwing her brains out, giving us both what we want. That thought has me remembering just how good it felt to grind myself against her this morning. My cock twitches in agreement.

Down, boy, down…

Again something flickers in her eyes as if she’s actually bothered by the fact that I’m not trying to get in her pants. Can’t she see that I want to do this the right way? That what’s happening between us actually matters and I don’t want to fuck it up with meaningless sex?

Ivy is the only person I can actually be myself with. The last thing I want is to ruin that.

Reaching out, I stroke the side of her cheek softly with my fingers. Her eyes cling to mine. “I want one date.” Her mouth opens and I know she’s going to bring up the dinner with my dad and Linc. Yeah… that wasn’t a date. So I cut her off. “A real date. Just you and me.”