She stretches her arms above her head and yawns. “I slept through the entire flight?”
I nod. “You look too cute when you sleep to bother you.”
Sam laughs. “I doubt that. Eden tells me I snore sometimes.”
“More like a purr,” I say. “But it’s cute.”
Why do I keep saying cute? Oh my God, what’s wrong with me? I never say shit like this. It’s true, though. Sam isn’t the popular girl I would typically go for. She’s the girl-next-door type, the girl you always see but never really see until you get to know her. And I’m glad I did.
We pull up out front of my house on campus, and the driver opens the door for us.
Sam looks out the window, biting her bottom lip. “Is this your house?”
“Yeah. But I can take you home.”
“No,” she says. “I want to see where you live. You said you know nothing about me, but I also know very little about you.”
“We can watch a movie in my room.” I extend my hand to her. “Trent won’t be home until tomorrow. So, we’ll have some privacy.” I can see her gulp and feel the need to add, “We can just watch the movie. I don’t have any expectations, okay?”
She presses her lips together and nods.
Most of my friends, except for Drake, are out with their girlfriends or at a party. He’s on the couch with Taylor on top of him, their lips locked and tugging at each other’s clothes. Drake and Taylor’s heads snap up as the door slams behind Sam.
“Oh, hey,” Taylor says, straightening her shirt back over her tits, using Drake’s enormous body to hide behind. “We were just…”
About to fuck?
Drake winks at me, and I smirk. One minute, Taylor acts like she likes him, and the next, he’s running after her. She wants to be friends, and then she wants to be his girl. I don’t understand their relationship. That shit would drive me crazy if Sam ever did that to me.
“We’ll be upstairs,” I say to Drake.
I lead Sam up the stairs, and she stands in the doorway, staring into my room like it’s infested.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I won’t bite.”
She pushes her hands to her hips and smiles. “What if I want you to bite me?”
I close the distance, hooking an arm around her as I kiss her neck. She tilts her head to the side and sucks in a deep breath. Taking this as a sign to keep going, I graze my teeth along her skin. Sam moans softly and tugs at my shirt with her fingers.
I drag her into the room, kicking the door shut with my foot. Pressing her back against the wall, I make my way from her neck to her mouth. She hisses when I take her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Tucker,” she whispers. “You’re such a bad boy.”
“And you’re my good girl,” I growl against her mouth before slipping my tongue inside.
She laughs between kisses. “Not when I’m with you.”
Her words stop me from going further. I peel my lips from hers and look into her eyes. “I didn’t take you to Universal just to have sex with you.” Stepping back from her, I create some distance to gauge her reaction. “I don’t want you to think that was part of my master plan.”
She reaches out for me, and I slip my fingers between hers. “I want you, Tucker. I want to show you how much.”
As I lift her, she hooks her legs around my back. I plant soft kisses along her jaw, and our mouths meld together as I move to my bed and lower her to the mattress. Making room for myself between her legs, I continue my slow exploration of her mouth. Her kisses are greedy and passionate, while mine are rough and intense. I’m like an animal, licking and sucking and biting her. She loves it and moans my name with each tug of her flesh.
Our lips separate long enough for me to see the hunger in her eyes. She lifts her hips, and her shirt slides up her stomach. I slide my hand along her smooth skin and inch up her tits. My cock is rock hard, poking her inner thigh. It’s almost painful to maintain this pace when I want to be inside her so fucking badly.
Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I squeeze the tiny bud. She squeals as if this simple touch has caused her entire body to come alive.
“Tucker,” she whines. “Stop torturing me.”
