Maisie
The wind hit my overheated skin but it did nothing to touch the burning fire between my legs.
Then he shoved me against the cold, concrete wall, one hand gripping my jaw as he kissed me hard. One shoved my skirt up around my waist while the other dropped from my jaw and cupped me through my soaked panties, pressing hard against my swollen clit. I whimpered into his mouth, hips jerking forward on instinct.
"Putain, chérie," he rasped against my lips, accent thick and rough. "Still dripping. I can smell how badly you need it."
I did. God, I did. I felt empty and aching, walls fluttering on nothing. The wind tugged at my hair and carried the sound of voices drifting up from the quad. Laughter. Someone calling out. Anyone could look up. Anyone could decide to come up here.
"Quinn, someone could—"
