I jam my fingers in his thick hair and bite his bottom lip. He groans and yanks me into his lap, where his enormous bulge presses into my thigh. His huge hands cup my face as he controls the kiss.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s cataclysmic. Like the planet has stopped moving, and his kiss has redirected the tides.
His lips are firm but soft, and my heart melts as he dips his head to my neck where he nibbles on my skin. “Roxy Santos, you make me fucking crazy.”
I laugh, but then he sucks on my throat, and it turns into a moan. “You’d better stop. My doctor will be able to tell I’m turned on.”
His head pops up, and he lifts an eyebrow. “Really? You’re wet?” He looks like he wants to tear the clothes from my body to check.
“Yes, I’m wet.” Like, embarrassingly so. “Are you happy now?”
He laughs and kisses me again. “I am rather pleased with myself, if you must know. And grateful there’s no center console in my ancient Ford Bronco.”
I won’t deny how good it feels to be wrapped in his arms. “We can’t do this, Billy. As much as I like you and as much as I’m attracted to you, I have so much going on right now. But I really can’t handle seeing you date other people. I know that’s not fair. So if you’re banging someone, please don’t tell me about it.”
His eyes go soft as he runs his thumb along my jaw. “What if we took this slow? Like, sex is off the table for a while, but we hang out.”
I smile. “We already hang out.”
“This would be different. We could hang out with theintentionof having sex at some point. I mean, no pressure. But I like you, and I definitely wanna fuck you.”
I cover his mouth before he says anything else obnoxious. “So you mean we should date? Old school-style where we wait a while before we get naked?”
He plays with a lock of my hair. Runs it through his fingers. “Yeah. Like that.”
“And we wouldn’t see other people?” Mostly, I mean him. Because who the hell is going to date the pregnant cheerleader?
“We’d go full-on monogamy.”
“Even if it means extending your no-sex streak? Assuming that’s still intact.” My stomach flips at the thought of him being with other women.
“It’s still intact.” His expression turns playful, and he winks. “For now.”
The relief that hits me is so strong, I press my hand to my belly.
I’m tempted to say yes, but I still have questions. “What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without getting laid?”
“You question my ability to stay on the straight and narrow?”
“Pretty much.”
“One, I would never cheat. Sometimes I think my dad cheats on my mom, and I would never do that to anyone. Two, if you’re the prize at the end of the road, I can wait. And three, you underestimate the power of my left hand. As I’ve mentioned, I’m well versed in jerking off.”
I brush his hair out of his brilliant blue eyes. “This sounds messy.”
“Hopefully, it will be. I plan to lick you all over and slurp you up. And then maybe come on your tits, if you must know.” My mouth drops open with lust as that image takes over my brain. He laughs. “I can see you like this plan.”
Cradling his rugged jaw in my hands, I kiss him. “Are you sure you want to deal with my baggage? At some point, I’m going to have to tell Ezra I’m pregnant. You two are contentious enough as it is. And my dad is going to bust an artery when he finds out we’re dating on top of everything else. You have your senior year of football and the draft to worry about, and I know how intense that is. Maybe you should count the cost before you give me an answer and take some time to think about it.”
He levels me with one of those dangerously sexy smiles. “I already know my answer. The question is, what’syours?”
For his sake, I should say no.
For my sake, I’m dying to say yes.
But I go with the safe answer. “Let me think about it.”
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