I couldn’t lose my grin if she paid me.
She sighed. “I wanted to tell you that I’m going to do your fundraiser.”
“I know. I heard. After tomorrow, the whole campus will know. The question is, does your old man?” I suspected he did since he was donating money, but I wanted to hear it from Haven.
Her nostrils flared. “It was his idea.”
I imagined the little nostril gesture was because I’d mentioned her old man.
“Liar. He wouldn’t let you.” The senator didn’t allow things unless they benefited him, and he wasn’t thrilled when the fundraiser had come up at the church the other day. “Frankly, I couldn’t care less if you do the charity event or not.”
She didn’t react to anything I’d said, not even a flinch or a raised brow. Then again, she was a politician’s daughter. She had probably been taught how to play her cards, and for some reason, that excited the fuck out of me.
I felt a challenge coming on. Would she react if I stripped her naked? Would she react if I devoured every inch of her? Would she react with me inside her?
My cock was jumping up and down, and holy fuck if her mesmerizing emerald orbs didn’t lower to my crotch.
Her breathing ramped up as her tits poked out of the low-cut blouse she was wearing.
My cock grew, as did my pulse. I only made the first move when a woman gave me a sign. At that moment, Haven was staring at my groin, and while every vibe in me told me she wanted me, I wanted her to make the first move. But the more she stared, the harder it was not to pounce.
20
Haven
Itried to get my heart to calm down as I blatantly stared at Ryker’s dick, which was huge and growing in his jeans. I swore the zipper would burst open.
Stupid me for storming into his room like I owned the house, like I lived there. But I’d sought him out to congratulate him and to let him know I would do the stupid charity thing. Or maybe I did want to spar with the quarterback. I was in the mood to do something wild that night. After the reaming I’d gotten from my father about the ten-thousand-dollar donation, I needed to do something to blow off steam.
Now I was trapped, and while excitement seeped into my bones at the idea of Ryker and me naked, a smidge of fear tamped it down. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was afraid of me—afraid I would make a fool of myself by ripping his clothes off.
He stared at me with a grin that was all sin as his big body barricaded the door, daring me to leave, daring me to try to get past him.
But my feet were rooted to the carpeted floor as I debated my next move or waited for his.
The heavier his eyelids became, the more heat shot down and settled in between my legs, and he knew it. The jerk knew it. That grin on his face only got wider.
My chest rose and fell until voices resounded in the hall. If another woman attempted to come in, I might succumb to a catfight.
Ryker pushed off the door like a lion getting ready to pounce.
My pulse flew off the charts.
He took one step then another.
Bang. Bang. Bang.My heart rammed against my ribs, and I licked my dry lips.
He cocked an eyebrow.
Move, Haven. It’s now or never. Decide. Stay or go.
My body wouldn’t move, and the closer he got, the more my feet sank into the carpet.
He came to a stop with barely any room between us. My only way out was to crawl onto his bed and escape from the other side.
I allowed my gaze to wander over him, drinking in his features—strong jaw, lips that were made for kissing, patrician nose, long lashes that framed gray eyes swirling with sorrow, lust, and mischief.
I got the feeling he was ready to combust, ready to do things to me that I might regret or want more of.
