Page 34 of Her Devils

She opens her mouth to object, no doubt to defend her former best friend and lifelong crush, but I charge on, taking a step toward her. “I don’t want to get into a discussion about Penn. What I’m trying to say is that we made a deal because we need each other right now, but I don’t think you only need us to learn how to give a great BJ or get your reverse cowgirl game on point. That isn’t how you get Penn to eat from the palm of your hand. Being experienced in bed doesn’t mean being sexy, princess. Do you know what’s sexy aside from looking hot?”

She shakes her head, keeping her bright green eyes trained on me, and I advance, stopping just shy of our chests touching as her back hits a locker door. “What’s sexy to the point of being irresistible,” I say, lowering my voice, “is confidence. Beautiful women are a dime a dozen. What makes a woman unforgettable is when she’s comfortable with who she is, and she knows what she wants.” Even if what she wants is a loser who doesn’t see how beautiful, kind, and smart she is, but I don’t say this last part out loud.

She swallows, holding my gaze, and I clench my fists at my sides to keep my urge to touch her under control. “So are you trying to say that you like me?”

I smile. “Fuck yeah. The night we met, I was immediately attracted to your beauty in that minidress, but later on the beach? You were sad but also mad at Penn, and when Peyton offered you the chance to make him pay, you knew what you wanted, and that was even hotter than your legs and ass in that dress.”

The corners of her lips curve up in the beginning of a smile, but there’s still a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “So you didn’t stay away from me because I’m a bad kisser or because you think my blow job skills need work?”

I laugh because she couldn’t have it more wrong. “No. You picked up the kissing thing very quickly, princess,” I say, surging forward so that our lips almost touch. “And I have no complaints about your blow job skills. You understood exactly how I like it, and I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again.”

A little moan escapes her. “Really?”

“Princess, I swear to God, things have been busy, and then I gave Peyton the time he wanted to make sure you didn’t want to end our deal. Last night, I planned on coming to your room, but it was hard to get rid of Anna. By the time I managed to slip out of that stupid meet and greet, it was late, and you were with Chan. But tonight? Tonight I call dibs, and whether it’s my room or yours, I want some alone time with you.”

I feel her smile when I crush my lips to hers.

Fuck, I had forgotten how soft her lips are.

The way she lets me in when I coax her mouth open by running my tongue over the seam of her lips makes me so hard that I press against her. Her body is soft against mine, and her mouth is gentle and daring at the same time as I hungrily explore her with skilled strokes of my tongue.

Lenley kisses me back with barely restrained passion, her hands stroking the short hair on the nape of my neck. “Jameson,” she moans, nipping my bottom lip as her hands fly to the buckle of my belt.

“Princess,” I murmur, kissing her again as I grab her hands and move them away from my jeans. “Let’s wait until later.”

“But I—”

I notice the way her green eyes darken, and I don’t want her to doubt that I want her so much that I could fucking burst. “Believe me, there’s nothing I’d rather do than lower those sexy shorts and fuck you against this locker.” I lift her arms above her head, holding them against the locker, and press my body against hers one last time as I struggle to calm my breathing. “I just know that if I do that, I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else but you, and I need to focus on today’s dives right now.”

“Okay,” she says, her eyes blazing with the same desire that’s coursing through my body.

“Promise me that you’re going to be mine tonight. We have that closing party to go to, but after that—”

“Okay,” she repeats.

I let my eyes wander down her body, imagining everything I’m going to do to her. “You’ll be my reward if I do well out there, or my consolation prize if I suck. Either way, I win. Now let’s eat our breakfast and stick to my normal routine.”

Lenley nods, wearing a small, defiant smile on her luscious pink lips. “I’m not trying to mess with your pre-jump rituals, Jameson, but...”

I know what she’s about to say before she does, but I let her continue.

“Wouldn’t a release help your concentration?”

“No,” I explain. “That’s Channing’s thing. I think working toward a goal and knowing there’s going to be a reward when I land actually helps me stay focused. I thrive on the tension. Peyton agrees with me.”

Her smile widens. “So am I your reward tonight?”

I lower my head, rubbing my thumb over the pulse point on her wrist that I’m still holding against the metal door of the locker. “You’re going to be the sweetest reward I’ve ever had, princess,” I say, placing a brief, soft kiss on her lips. “I’m going to be so hard when I jump today, all because of you.”

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