Cullen’s recent panty trick might have implied he was back to trying to weasel his way between my legs, but that didn’t mean he could give me what I wanted. On the other hand—specifically, my right one—my middle and index fingers were a sure thing. Then again, there were lots of very smart women who’d had no-strings-attached sex with him. Either he was able to get them off, or there were several very disappointed women walking around campus. I thought of the women in our anatomy lab; the fact the majority of them appeared to be miserable most of the time wasn’t exactly encouraging.
He leaned closer to me and spoke directly into my ear. “Just tell me.”
“I want to come.” I put my arms around his waist and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, pressing my hips against his.