Page 202 of Out of Bounds

Every time I thought about it, heat pooled between my legs. FromGianna’swith the guys to back at Adam’s dorm where everybody sloshed through dark blue drinks and partied hard, I couldn’t stop thinking aboutmyfootball player, who wanted me naked and waiting for him.

My phone buzzed with the alarm and a flush crept up my neck. One in the morning. I knew he said two o’clock but it was time to go back to Ryan’s dorm to start getting ready.

“Where are you going?” Adam demanded. “We’re rematching for beer pong!”

“I have to go!” I yelled back at him over the music.

“You’re not leaving yet?” King raised his eyebrows, holding up the paddle. “When’s Ryan coming?”

I offered the biggest apologetic smile in the world. “He’s super tired, I don’t think—”

“Oh my god.” Zariah rolled her eyes. “Order Plan B.”

Adam cut between us. “Uh—use condoms too.”

With a heavy blush, I took my exit. They had no idea this was our first night without protection. I left the party and walked down the stairs to the level below. With a turn of my key, the door opened, and my heart thrummed in my throat.

I had no idea why I was so nervous. We had sex more often than we actually spent time together but this wasdifferent. No condom. And the way he gave the simple instructions, with a firm tone with all the earned self-confidence, because heknewI was going to do it…my breathing labored in the shower as I left my muscles uncoil.

At one in the morning, I gazed into his bathroom mirror, carefully brushing out my hair and washing my face. The hickeys were completely gone from my neck but my breasts were covered with them. A few dotted my hips. My inner thighs had a whole line of them.

I took slow, even breaths, gazing at the mirror.

Why am I so nervous?

"You’ve fucked Ryan before," I reminded myself, like my voice wasn’t wobbling. "Get a grip."

The text came through and my heart leaped to my throat.

Mr. Intense:FIFTEEN MINUTES

I rubbed the lotion over my body, trying to avoid staring at the clock. It was a long day. I should’ve been tired. But the only thing I could taste was the anticipation at the back of my throat, knowing he was going to come in.

Full of indecision, I placed my hands on the blankets.

“How am I supposed to stand?” I muttered, stepping back and forth.

Hook ups had always been something to get something for me. But this wasn’t a hook-up. I didn’t have that same vaguely irritated feeling that a man was making me wait for a booty call too early in the morning. I was excited to see him.

“What about lying on the bed, ass up?” I mused. “Shit. What’s the sexiest position?”

The door handle flipped.

And so did my stomach. I jerked over to look at the front door from the bedroom. Ryan pushed through, no football gear, just his hoodie and jeans and that intense look on his face that dropped my panties any day of the week, walking right towards me.

Suddenly embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my chest. If I could pretend like I wasn’t naked, I wasn’t naked. A flush crept up my neck. "You did so good today."

He tossed his bags to the kitchen floor and cut the distance without a word.

“It was a great game.” I swallowed.

In a fluid motion, Ryan tugged his hoodie over his head and a lump caught in my throat. Oh my god. He was sodamngood-looking. My fingers twitched to touch his chest, to touch the muscle that lined himeverywhere. Ryan didn’t say anything though, he walked around the bed and took his place behind me.

I glanced back. "Ryan—?"

With a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around me, yanking me close to him. He gripped me tight and I couldn’t move. Breathing out, he buried his face in my neck and everyone lit up at once in my body. I didn’t feel embarrassed anymore, the only thing I could feel washim,pressed up against me.

He kissed my neck hard. "You can’t miss another game."

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