He groaned. “If you keep salivating for my cock, I just might give it to you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I turned to walk out. My lungs were burning for air. When I got to the door, I paused. On second thought, my swimsuit bottoms were soaked. I needed him inside me. One night of unbridled passion with him would surely put out the fire in between my legs.
You’re lying to yourself. One night with him, and you’ll be begging for more.
I laughed out loud as I gripped the doorknob.
Before I could even turn the knob, his hot breath was on my neck. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing you would understand.”Liar.Then I remembered Vicki had said his nickname among women was Foreplay King.
He sandwiched me in between his rock-hard body and the door, which thankfully didn’t have a window. If it did, then Beverly might have seen us and snapped a pic.
His lips grazed my ear. “Try me.”
My breathing ramped up as he pressed his crotch into my backside.
Oh my word.
He dragged his large and callused hand down my waist.
I shivered.Damn body.
“Well, Heaven, are you going to answer me?” His voice was gravelly as his erection grew.
“It’s Haven,” I barely said.
His hand came around and went under my sheer top until he was touching my stomach.
Heat, electricity, and mad lust zipped through my body.
He pulled me closer to him. “I think I’ll stick with Heaven.”
“Whatever floats that boat of yours.” At the moment, I didn’t care what he called me as long as I could keep feeling him against me. Oh, I was so screwed.
He nibbled on my ear. “So, do you want me to take you to heaven?”
I giggled. “Is that one of your lines that you use to get women in bed?”
His hand left my stomach, sliding down until he was rubbing my inner thigh close to my throbbing clit, which needed his attention. It had been too long since I’d had sex with a guy. The last time had been at the beginning of my senior year at boarding school, and it wasn’t even worth talking about or remembering.
“I don’t need a line. All I have to do is this.” He found my clit through the fabric of my jean shorts and rubbed.
I moaned.
He continued to rub as his erection poked into me. “Want to come?”
Hell yeah.
But the minute I did would be the minute he would probably throw me away like all his other one-night stands. He wasn’t getting to me that easily. One thing my father had taught me was to play hard to get. The harder I played, the harder they fell, and that was idiotic because that saying applied to both sides, and I wasn’t ready to fall. I barely knew Ryker.
I jutted out my butt then ducked underneath his arm, breathing like I needed a tank of oxygen.
He laughed. The jerk laughed.
I shook off the incredible sensation of feeling like I was a second away from a climax just looking at the quarterback god.
He continued to laugh.
