<div class="floatright">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYzZhODBkNjMtN2FmYS00MzI3LWIwMGItYTUxMTI4NTViOTg4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjQwMDg0Ng@@._V1_UY317_CR20,0,214,317_AL_.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room<del>202</del>220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Troy gave her a chuckle. If she wanted to get his attention, her feigning would not at all be necessary. "I see, I must do better at reading numbers then." She truly was a puzzle, and a damn sexy one at that. She pulled a piece of paper out of that same very lucky pocket and waved it around. Well, that answered one of his questions. Before he could ask the other she was pressing her lithe little body against his and all previous thoughts splintered into a mess of bewilderment and arousal.<em>Damn!</em><br/><br/>Growling softly at the sudden assault of her softness and smell against his skin, Troy slipped his hands down her back and quite gladly lent a further hand holding up that perky rear of hers. "What ..." Before he knew it, her lips pressed up against his and fuck if they didn't taste like the most amazing wildflower honey, sweet and rich. Parting his lips to allow her entry, one of those strong arms reached up to slide his fingers up her back to glide through her tousled, brunette locks. That urgent need that he had felt in the library returned and he could feel the beast inside him roared to test this growing ache further. How much more could he take before something entirely animal took over?<br/><br/>Almost as if he was holding nothing more than a pillow, he carried her over to a flat patch of wall near the bathroom door. Her back made contact with the stone, hard enough to voice his interest and passion but not so much to cause either to break the kiss. Her moan elicited one of his own and his deftly agile tongue began to dance around hers until he almost lost his mind.<br/><br/><em>Wait!</em>He let his hand fall from its possessive grip on her hair and he pressed hard against the wall next to him. Troy broke the kiss. "Wait, love, stop." Breathless and with a hesitant crack in voice, he tried his best to gather his thoughts back together. "You are... "<em>amazing, intoxicating, a little bit crazy?</em>He shook his head, when was the last time he found himself searching for words? "What is this, kitten? You made your opinion of me quite clear in the library. And now... you seem to want... Hell, I don't know what you want." He rocked his hips against her pelvis for emphasis. "But this game you play is a dangerous one." His voice lowered to a deep and lusty whisper. "Do you even know what I am?"