Kiss Me Like This (The Morrisons #1)(44)
Author: Bella Andre

“What if you gave the presentation to me tonight? And then after you aren’t nervous about it anymore…” He gave her a smile, one full of so much sensual promise it took her breath away. “I’ll take your clothes off and make you come again.”

She loved that he hadn’t just blown off her concerns by telling her how great she was going to do. And she definitely loved the way a few hot words from his lips had her entire body burning up even as a cold breeze blew over her. Still, “You don’t want to hear me talk about the Brontë sisters and their influence on the modern novel.”

“I do.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Nice try, but I’m pretty sure being bored senseless isn’t the kind of foreplay every guy looks forward to.”

“Screw foreplay. If you just need to stay up with me working on your presentation tonight, that’s what we’ll do. I want you, Serena. But I want you to be happy more.”

It was the most seductive thing he could possibly have said to her.

“Thank you,” she said as she kissed him. “But, honestly, I think just admitting out loud that I’m nervous has already helped. Because the truth is that I really am ready to ace this thing.”

He studied her face for a few long moments before his obvious concern eased. “You really are, aren’t you?”

Finally feeling as though she could conquer absolutely anything she set her mind to, even meeting Sean’s entire family tomorrow, she said, “I really am. Now, how quickly do you think we can get to the part where you’re taking my clothes off and making me—”

His mouth covered hers before she could finish her sentence, his tongue against hers giving her quite a few hints about what he intended for them on their second night together. And she was pretty sure they beat any previous cross-campus speed record as they headed straight for his frat house, making it to the front door in less than five minutes.

Nothing, she was certain, could bring her down tonight.

But as soon as they walked inside the Delta Tau Delta house, it was as if her optimism had turned straight into a jinx when she heard the too-familiar strains of Crashing Girl…and realized Sean’s frat brothers were all hunched over an iPad.

Watching her.

* * *

Sean knew the second he and Serena walked into the house and every guy in the place turned to them with guilty looks on their faces that something was up. Something bigger than how they’d grilled him about her all day.

It hadn’t taken much to shut down their borderline raunchy questions when they’d realized he was serious about her. Not when they knew the kind of damage his fists could do to when he was provoked.

Out of the corner of his eye he’d seen them shove what looked like an iPad under a couch cushion. “What the hell were you just looking at?”

Serena was pulling his hand in the other direction, but he needed to deal with the situation in his house immediately. And in the strongest way possible.

Kurt stood and held up both hands. “It’s nothing, bro. Just watching some videos.”

“Give me the goddamned iPad.”

One of the newer recruits, clearly figuring there was a better chance of saving his ass this way, grabbed it from its hiding place and held it out to Sean.

The screen was paused on an image of Serena on a sandy beach. Tiny scraps of fabric barely covered her and she was wet and covered with sand. It was a music video he’d seen before, for the song that had been playing when they walked inside, but he hadn’t remember that she was the girl writhing around so sexily in it.

He threw the iPad across the room so that it slammed into the hardwood bar.

He hadn’t let go of her hand, and when she jerked at the sound of the device shattering on impact, he wanted to pull her against him to tell her she didn’t deserve every goddamned creep in the world drooling over her. But for the moment, he needed to focus on ripping his frat brothers a new one.

“I thought I already told all of you not to do one damned thing to disrespect her.” He had Kurt’s throat in his hand and had lifted him up so that his toes were barely touching the floor.

“Sean, it’s okay.” Serena tugged on his hand again, hard enough that he had to turn to look at her and break his hard hold on his onetime friend’s throat. “It’s not their fault I was in that video.”

She looked so obviously distraught that it made him even angrier. But at the same time, he could belatedly see that he was only making things worse for her by losing it.

Turning back to the crowd of guys who looked like they were about to piss themselves, he warned them, “If I so much as hear that you’re looking at pictures or videos of Serena again—”

“We won’t.” The scared freshman was the first to make that promise, but all the other guys quickly nodded and echoed it.

Kurt was rubbing his neck with one hand and wiping the water from his eyes with the back of the other. “Jesus, Sean, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

He was about to launch at him again when Serena said his name. “Please, Sean, it’s okay. I’m okay.” He watched her take a deep breath before turning to the group. “I know my past is a little weird—”

“It isn’t weird!”

She shot him a look that shut him up before she continued. “But if you want to know something about me or the career I had before I came to Stanford, I’d appreciate it if you’d ask me straight to my face instead of doing an Internet search. And things like that video…”

When she paused and he felt her hand shake a little in his, he wanted so badly to jump in to let her know she didn’t need to do this, didn’t need to be so brave. But for as badly as he wanted to protect her, he swore he could hear his mother’s voice in his head and what she’d always told him when he wanted to step in for one of his sisters. “She needs to do this. She needs to know how strong, how powerful she really is.”

“That video was a part of my career before I came here, but it isn’t who I am now. And,” she said with a small smile, “I’m going to do my best to convince Sean that he doesn’t need to beat up every guy who so much as looks at one of my pictures, because I don’t want you all to feel unsafe just walking past a stack of magazines or turning on your computer. But I’m also thinking that maybe you all could do your part by trying not to look.”

Right before they walked away, he could see the new respect in the eyes of most of the guys in his house—guys who, until this very moment, had only looked at her and seen a hot girl they wanted to do.