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With his eyes glued to my tits, he drags a hand over his face. “Yeah. I need to go. Now.”

“But…” I have no idea what happened to make him act like this.

This is the guy known around campus for his one-night stands. The guy who has slept with half the girls at Whitmore. The guy who told me himself that he’s never had a girlfriend and has slept with so many women that he’s lost count.

And he’s the one slamming the brakes and walking out?

He’s got better things to do?

Oh my God, I’m going to die of embarrassment.

Coming to my senses, I slip my bra over my breasts and yank my shirt down before rolling to my feet. Brody stares at me in silence. Before I know what’s happening, he reaches out and pulls me into his arms. His mouth crashes down on mine.

Unlike the kisses he showered on me earlier, this one is demanding. Insistent. When his tongue probes the seam of my lips, I open for him. I might be confused, but I still want him. His tongue claims my mouth, dancing with my own. He pulls my body flush against his hard one. Just when I think he’s changed his mind and will take this further, he rips himself away and holds me at arm’s length.

“I’ve really got to go.”

None of this makes sense. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

He sounds resigned. And I’m not going to beg. As much as I’ve enjoyed what just happened, I refuse to do that.

I blow out a breath and try to regain control of my clamoring hormones. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you later?”

I nod, still feeling muddled.

Brody flicks his finger across the tip of my nose. “And no more avoiding my texts. Got it, wifey?”

Instead of pissing me off, the nickname makes me smile. It diffuses the sexual tension simmering in the charged air between us.

“Got it.”

With one last speculative look, Brody heads for the door. As soon as it closes behind him, I drop back to the couch and bury my face in my hands.

Did that just happen?

Did I really make out with Brody McKinnon?

Yeah, I did. And stranger than that, I can’t wait for it to happen again.

Chapter Twenty-One

Brody

That was a close one.

If I hadn’t gotten the hell out of Dodge, there wouldn’t have been any turning back. All I could think about was burying myself deep inside Natalie’s hot little body.

And those breasts…

They’re so much more spectacular than I allowed myself to imagine. And don’t think for a moment that I haven’t spent a good amount of time fantasizing about them. Natalie Davies has always been the go-to girl in my spank bank. I’ll say this—my fantasies didn’t do them justice.

I seriously have to pat myself on the back for deciding to slow my roll. I could have easily taken it to the next level, but I knew Natalie wasn’t ready for that. I might have wanted to stay and continue playing with her delectable body but pulling the plug was the best thing for both of us. If I had screwed her, she would have regretted it in the morning. She probably would have regretted it before I pulled all the way out of her body.

I’m not under any grand delusions about her dislike or distrust for me. She may enjoy the way I make her feel, but she doesn’t necessarily like me. There’s a huge difference between the two, and I’m more than aware of it.

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