Page 45 of Offensive Plays

"You're shivering," he says, rubbing his hands up and down the side of my arms to create friction.

"I'm f-fine."

"No, you're not. Come on, I have some spare clothes you can use." He tugs me by the towel and leads me to the laundry room just down the hall.

Once inside, he picks me up by my waist and hoists me onto the dryer. Reaching behind him, he sifts through a basket of what looks like his clothes and produces a t-shirt and shorts. The t-shirt has the number twenty-three displayed prominently on the front.

"Take your shirt off," he demands.

"W-what?"

He takes the towel from me and holds it up like a curtain to block the view. I do as he says and rip the camisole off. I'm not wearing a bra underneath but it's better than a wet top. He tosses me the dry t-shirt and I slip it on. So much better.

My pajama pants are also soaked. I reach down and pull them past my ankles. Still holding the towel up, Michael watches as they plop down to the ground, followed by my panties.

He swallows hard but doesn't drop the towel.

"C-can I use the towel to dry off?" I ask him.

He clears his throat. "Yes, sorry. Here." He gingerly lowers it onto my lap, but doesn't move his hands. Instead, he dries me off himself.

I nearly gasp at the feel of his hands over the towel. My body aches with the need of his touch. And I can feel my heart rate picking up as he moves the towel lower and lower down my legs until...

His eyes meet mine. Without exchanging any words, we make a silent oath.

He drops the towel and steps in between my legs, his hands coming up to the back of my head and drawing me toward him.

He hesitates a moment, his gaze dropping down to my lips and back to my eyes. I nod and he kisses me again. This time it's frantic and needy. And I respond to it, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him to me.

"Libby," he whispers between kisses.

"Don't," I warn. "One night. Let's just give this one night. And we can go back to...whatever we are."

I swear anger pulses through his look. "One night?" he says. "You really think we can do that?"

"Yes," I gasp out as he runs his tongue down my neck.

"You think one night would be enough for me to get my fill of you?"

My eyes widen and I pull back to get a good look at him.

"You're insane if you think one night would be enough," he says.

He kisses me again. "I'm going to make you come so hard. I'll have you begging for more.”

My core clenches, and I can't believe the words coming from him.

He pushes me up away from him on the dryer and spreads my legs wide. I think my heart is beating in my vagina. It has to be. Or am I just that turned on right now?

He's staring down at me with vicious blue eyes before he bends down and picks up my wet clothes. He opens the dryer door and throws them in. Then reaches behind me and turns the dryer on, making it whir to life underneath me.

"What are you—“

"It'd be a little suspicious if our friends saw you wearing my t-shirt in the morning, wouldn't it?" He cocks his head to the side.

"Oh."

Now he puts his hands on either leg and holds me open. Bending to kiss me just above my knee as he works his way up my thigh.

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