His thumb drags against my bottom lip, and I promptly nip him. “Don’t play me.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “I won’t, buttercup. I promise.”
23
NICK
It takes everything in me not to fuck Abby in the hallway.
She’s staring up at me with fire in her eyes. I’ve certainly given her every reason to be pissed at me. Between my teammates ribbing me and the anniversary of Gemma’s death coming up later this month, I haven’t been in a good headspace.
All the more reason to distance myself from my new roommate. Abby’s looking for something long-term. That’s not me.
Except she’s so damn tempting.
But she’s a big girl. If she thinks she can handle it, who am I to question her?
I have to admit that Jinxy’s right about one thing. With Abby’s looming trip and her move back home to San Antonio, that gives us a solid deadline. This way, neither of us gets hurt. We can have a little fun before we graduate without getting all tangled up in feelings.
Reluctantly, I agree that Jinxy’s also right about me being wound too tight. Yesterday’s game was a shit show. Sex will help me relax, and then I can focus on football. Hooking up with Abby kills two birds with one stone.
But I’m also dying to be with this woman. She’s driven me to the brink of insanity with her cute little smile and shy demeanor. I’ve been going out of my mind since I saw her vibrator. Then today, thinking she had a date tonight almost sent me over the edge.
I keep waiting for the panic to set in. For that voice in my head that always tells me hooking up is wrong. That I belong to Gemma. That I can’t move on.
For the first time in three years, it’s quiet.
I gently grab Abby’s face and tilt her head back. “We go at your speed. Whatever you’re ready for.”
Her luminous eyes stare back at me as she nibbles her plump bottom lip. “I’m cold. Can we stop standing in the hallway?”
I chuckle. Did I think she was shy? Because the woman in front of me with her towel hanging dangerously low on her luscious curves has been giving me shit ever since she stepped out of the bathroom. I love that she’s a straight shooter.
With a hand on her back, I walk her to her bedroom. I close the door behind me and lock it.
She shivers. “Should I put on something warmer than a towel?”
I trace my finger across one of the bruises on her arms. I plan to kiss each and every one of them tonight.
I take her glasses off her lovely face and place them on the bedside table before I wrap my arms around her small frame. “Do you need clothes if I plan to warm you up?” I dip my mouth to hers, and she instantly throws her arms around my neck. Her skin is damp, and she smells like peaches.
Our tongues slide against each other. Slowly. Decadently. Like we have all the time in the world.
I want to savor every moment. I want to remember her minty taste and soft skin and sweet peach scent.
Because someday soon, she’ll be just a memory. This is what I have. Right here. Right now. The next few weeks. And I aim to make the most of every night I have with her.
She arches into me, pressing her tits into me as I kiss her. We both moan, and suddenly we can’t get close enough. Her hands are in my hair, and mine are on her round ass as I grind her against my cock.
The feel of her in my arms is drugging. I’ve never been this out of control with a woman.
I take her damp hair out of the messy bun on top of her head. It falls in curtains around her. “Beautiful.” I stare into her eyes as I drag my finger along her chest, just above the towel. “Can I take this off?”
She nods. Her breaths come in quick puffs, which I hope means she’s as turned on as I am.
The wet towel falls at her feet, and I finally let myself look down her gorgeous body. Her full tits are high with hard, pink nipples. She has a slender stomach, curved hips, and a trim blonde bush between her thighs.
Her legs cross. “I don’t shave that all the way.”
