“Jer…” My heart was pounding a million, trillion times.

He jerked me to his bare hard body, my tank top slipping up a little at the force. His hands held me in place where my skin was naked—my stomach, his breath fanning the side of my face. I was melting.

“Where are you going, little nerd?” I recognized that tone. It was the same he used with me that night, before he went all the way with me and gave me my first time. A night I had replayed in my head countless times over.

“Jer,” His name slipped off my mouth again, but this time around, it came as...