Chapter 98. Friends?

June POV

My gaze drags up to him, chest rising and falling so hard. His face is damp, sweaty, his dark hair plastered to his skin, and somehow that only makes him look hotter, rawer. Those fierce gray eyes cut into me like blades. He gives me a little shake, forcing me to focus on him, and his voice comes again–low and sharp.

“June. What do you really want?”

My hand slips from his, finding balance on the podium at my side. My throat burns as I force the words out, husky and reckless. “I want to fuck you. Right now.”

His lips twitch, almost a smirk, before he rasps, “Then do it.”

Heat surges through me, wild and unstoppable. I reach for his shirt, tugging, pulling, and stripping it off his body with clumsy urgency. He doesn’t lift a finger to help, just stands there, watching me like I’m unraveling for his amusement.

I attack his belt, fumbling with the buckle, swearing under my breath when it won’t give. His hands finally move—quick, impati