Page 57 of For Crosby

As if she knew I’d been thinking about her, a text from Sabrina popped up on my screen. How’s work?

My thumbs pounded away at my screen. Would be better if you were here.

Three dots lit up the screen and I eagerly awaited her response. Funny thing about that…

I stared down at the screen, but another text didn’t appear.

A light tapping sounded on the front door.

I stood from my chair and glanced around the empty entranceway. I squinted through the glass door into the darkness outside. A smile spread across my lips. Sabrina stood there wearing my hockey jersey and skinny jeans. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Well aren’t you the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled as she stepped inside, brushing by me. The scent of her peach body lotion trailed her, working its way into every one of my senses. “Is it okay I’m here?”

I locked the door behind her and turned around.

She’d sat down on the table my feet had been resting on.

“No one here but you, me, and the skulls on the fifth floor.” I walked over and stopped in front of her so she had to look up to see me. “I kinda missed you.”

Her brows arched. “You kinda missed me? I would’ve thought having my scent all over you would’ve been driving you wild.”

I chuckled as I cupped her cheeks and leaned closer. “Been driving me more than wild.” I seized her lips in a long, eager kiss. It was clear we’d both been starved for it. I dropped my hands to her ass and lifted her off the table. She wrapped her arms around my neck and linked her ankles around my back, driving the kiss deeper. We were all lips and tongue and teeth. This pent-up frustration wasn’t going to last much longer. Even with the reprieve earlier, I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel her body tighten around me. I needed to taste her breasts and suck on her nipples. I walked to the closest wall and braced her against it.

She moved herself against the erection in my jeans. She was as desperate as I was, willing to show up in the middle of the night to get it. She pulled out of the kiss, her breathing labored and her words choppy. “When are you done here?”

I closed my eyes, knowing I had four more hours. “Six.”

She huffed. “I can wait if you can?”

“I can’t wait.”

She laughed as she moved her hands to my face, her fingertips trailing gently over the stubble on my jaw line. “I can be strong for the both of us,” she assured me.

“Then you need to get outta here. Cuz I’m having difficulty holding off any longer.”

Her smile broadened.

I glanced to the front door and the darkness outside. “I don’t like the idea of sending you back out in the middle of the night alone.”

“We never would’ve met if I wasn’t walking alone in the middle of the night.”

I hated the reminder of that night. What had been done to me. How I treated Sabrina. How things went south so quickly. “That was different.”

“I’ll tell you what. Let’s talk all the way home. Then you’ll know I got back to your dorm safe and sound.”

I stared into her pretty eyes, looking for the assurance that she’d be okay. I placed her down on her feet. If anyone was safe on her own, it was Sabrina. “Deal.”

My jersey fell to her knees, but she reached underneath and pulled her phone from her pocket. Mine rang on the table.

I reached for it and, though she stood a few feet away from me, I answered it. “When I get back to the dorm, I want you in my bed in nothing but my jersey.”

She smirked as she spoke into her phone. “Deal.”

Sabrina

The chill of the night air prickled my skin as I made my way down the steps with my phone to my ear. “No crazy slashers around,” I informed Crosby as I glanced from side to side.

“What is it with you and slashers?” he laughed. “You thought I was hiding a machete the night we met.”

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