“And that’s how I know they’re not rainbow panties because of your totally logical fear of leprechauns.”
Now I get a shove, but I use it to my advantage and lean in for a kiss. “Black is too predictable, and nude is pointless. And while you would get school spirit points for burgundy underwear, I’m not getting that vibe.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself…”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “That’s because I am. I already know the answer. I’ve known it all night.”
She looks up at me with equal parts doubt and incredulity. “Impossible.”
“Don’t underestimate me, Mel Cohen. I might be a freshman. I might be brand-fucking new at this dating shit, but I know things.”
“Really? You think you know the color of my panties?”
I shake my head and lean in. We’re in each other’s space right now, so close I can feel her breath on my skin. “It’s a trick question, baby. I can’t guess the color of your panties, ‘cause you aren’t wearing any.” Her mouth drops open, and there’s an unmistakable look of surprise in her eyes.
“How did—”
“Easy,” I say, my lips ghosting across the soft, sensitive skin below her ear. “I know every inch of your body, Mel. I’ve fucking memorized every dip, every plane, every curve. And when I put my hand here,” I say, placing my palm at her hip and giving my fingers the slightest squeeze,“I feel nothing but the warmth of your skin and the silk of your dress. And here,” I say, resting my hand at the base of her spine, “there’s nothing but the soft swell of your ass.” I let my hand linger there, my fingers itching to touch her.
I’m about to look for the nearest restroom or janitorial closet, but then, like a sign from the heavens, I see Norris emerge from the hall. The blonde is nowhere in sight.
“Come on, Frankie,” he says, breezing past us. “It’s time to board the bus.”
Thank Christ.I don’t want to leave Mel, but the sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can head to her apartment.
I give Mel one last kiss before sliding off my stool. “I’ll be at your place in twenty.”
“Good,” she says, smiling. “And don’t be late, or I’ll start without you.”
And that visual has me wishing I could stick around for a while. Because the picture of my girl, all flushed and waiting for me with her hand between her legs? Yeah, that’s worth missing the team bus.
I see the exact second Norris realizes I haven’t followed him. He stops dead, circles back, and grabs me by the arm. “Come on, Loverboy. You can wait half an hour to be with your girl again.”
“Half an hour is a damn long time,” I complain.
Norris pins me with a look. “I hope you know how lucky you are,” he says.
“I do,” I tell him honestly. And if luck keeps going my way, Mel and I will still be together when this weekend is over.
43
Mel
When Will gets to my place, I’m in bed, just like I promised I would be. And yes, I gave him a key because it just makes sense. He’s here all the time, and if I’m being truthful, I like having him around.
Especially when he walks into my bedroom to find me waiting for him. Our little game was fun tonight, but it has us both on the edge.
Willmutters a curse when he sees me and begins undressing. I look back over my shoulder to watch.
“Jesus, Mel,” he says, striding over to the bed to find me on all fours with my ass in the air. His hands glide over my skin and I revel in his attention. He pushes my hair to the side and kisses me soundly. Any other time, I’d be happy to kiss and tease for a while, but after our foreplay tonight, I’m too turned on to wait.
“Stand at the edge of the bed,” I tell him, and he happily obliges. Put your hands on my—” the words stop as I realize Will’s hands are gripping my hips just the way I want them to. He no longer has to rely on my directions. Will’s so in tune with my body that he knows exactly what I need and how to make sure I get it.
He cups my ass and squeezes before parting my thighs and teasing my entrance with a finger. I dip my back low and push back, eager for more contact. His fingers touch and tease as he covers me with his body, whispering filthy, delicious things in my ear. “You’ve got me so worked up, Mel, so fucking hard for you. And seeing you here like this, waiting for me? God, how did I get so lucky?”
I hear the tell-tale sound of foil crinkling as he sheathes himself. Then he enters me with two fingers, and I gasp. I rock back to feel his dick, hard and ready.
He knows exactly what to do and when he readies himself at my entrance, I’m dying for more. He guides himself in and I do my best to relax and take every inch of him. He thrusts forward and I meet his rhythm, needing more contact. He’s gripping my hips harder and burying his cock deep inside me. I can feel him everywhere and the sensation is overwhelming in the very best way.
