Push the Envelope by Rochelle Paige Page B

drove back to campus. His
chiseled jaw was clenched. There was no sign of the dimple that usually flashed
when he laughed. No smiling twinkle in his eye. No softness in his gaze as he
sent a heated look my way. It felt like time had become suspended, but before I
knew it we were parked in front of my dorm again.

 
    Drake cut off the engine and turned his body
towards me. He unclipped his seatbelt and pocketed his keys, but he didn’t move
to exit the car. His eyes had darkened to the color of melted chocolate, and a
flush spread across his cheekbones. I stayed silent, trying not to push him
over the edge.

 
    “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone
before, but I know you aren’t ready to hop in between the sheets with me yet.
You’re different, special. Gotta make sure I treat you right.” Drake reached
across and stroked his thumb over my cheek as he held my chin in his hand. “Now
isn’t the time for this. I know that in my head, but fuck if my body will
listen to reason.”

 
    A giggle bubbled up in my throat. I had a horrible
tendency to laugh at the most inopportune times, usually out of nervousness.
Drake’s lips tilted into a sexy grin in response.

 
    “Something funny about that to you? ‘Cause my dick
sure isn’t laughing right now.”

 
    My giggles turned into full-out laughter, so hard
that tears rolled down my cheeks. The tension broke as Drake joined in,
chuckling in response to my hilarity. As we settled down, I figured it was safe
for me to talk again.

 
    “Really? Does your dick laugh often, Drake?” I
asked.

 
    He just shook his head in response. “No, babe. It
doesn’t. What time’s your first class tomorrow?”

 
    “Pretty early. I have Macroeconomics at eight a.m.”
I answered.

 
    “You gonna walk to class?” Drake asked.

 
    I nodded my head. “Yeah, I always walk to my
classes.”

 
    Drake leaned closer to me. “I’ll meet you here
before and walk you over then.”

 
    “You gonna carry my books, too?” I quipped back.

 
    He tilted his head down until his lips rested
directly in front of mine, a whisper of space between us. “Sure, why the hell
not. Never carried a girl’s books before. It’ll be a first for me.”

 
    I licked my lips, and Drake’s tongue darted out and
flicked against mine. As my lips closed, Drake’s mouth gently caressed mine.
His breath was warm against my skin as he kept the kiss light. He pulled away,
and I licked my lips again, tasting the chocolate flavor from his gelato.

 
    Drake groaned and turned away from me. He climbed
out of the car and opened my door. I stepped out and right into his space.
Drake kept me trapped by the car for a moment as he looked down at me. I was
convinced he was going to kiss me again, but he took a step backwards to let me
pass by. “Go on up, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

 
    “’Kay,” I answered as I walked past. I felt a light
slap on my ass and swiveled my head to look at Drake. “Hey!” I yelped.

 
    Drake smirked in response and nodded his head
towards the dorm. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked into the dorm. As the
door closed behind me, I looked back and saw Drake watching me from the car,
making sure I made it inside okay. His concern for my safety warmed me inside.
I felt like he wanted more from me than just sex, even though we hadn’t known
each other long. If he was playing with me, he was doing a good job of sucking
me into his trap. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep myself out of his
bed when I melted any time he was near.

 
 
 
 
 
    chapter
8

 
 
    I found Drake waiting for me outside the dorm the next morning
when I left for class. He was leaning against the wall next to the doorway,
legs crossed at the ankle while he played with his phone. I paused a moment so
I could drink him in before he noticed me. His hair was darker than usual,
still a little damp from the shower. His athletic body was totally