Page 123 of How to Win the Girl

He waits for me to finish my sentence.

“Maybe we should rewind and take it slow. Start over fresh?”

Drake nods slowly. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“Not that Iregretfooling around with you, but I think because of the trust issues and getting back in my good graces, we should take it slow.”Because I want to rip your clothes off and have my way with you.

“Trust issues?” he asks, brow now furrowed. “How do I get back in your good graces? How slow?”

“One question at a time.” I giggle. “I don’t mean trust issues in the literal sense. I guess, I mean…because you were pretending to be your brother, we have to sort through what parts were you and what you were faking.”

“I deserve that.”

“And…by slow, I guess I mean, not jumping into bed right away.”

“Not jumpin’ into bed right away?” He lifts his arm and scratches his scruff. “Wait. Were we jumpin' into bed right away?”

My cheeks get warm. “You did just offer to race over here so you could get rid of your hard-on.”

“Facts. I did just offer, but I was willing to do all the work.”

Memories of him hoisting me on the counter at the frat house fill my brain…watching the top of his head between my legs. His hair tickling my inner thighs. His tongue on my—

I must have the willpower of a nun because looking at Drake Colter now I can hardly believe the words “take things slow” are coming out of my mouth. Me, telling him to pump the brakes, basically telling him we need to keep our hands to ourselves to keep our wits about us. Or maybe I just need to keep my wits about me—obviously, I have no control over him.

But I know myself; I’m an affectionate person. Also, occasionally, I’ve been known to have difficulty separating physical from emotional and do not want to confuse the two by being intimate with him before we’ve figured out this mess.

He is way too good looking for his own good. Maybe it would help if you were someone different, someone less physically fit.

Someone less tan.

Someone less popular.

Then maybe I wouldn’t have a hard time keeping his hands to myself.

Ha ha.

Only someone with iron-clad self-control would turn away a guy like Drake Coulter, especially when he is willing to drop everything and come over to go down on me again—for the second time in one night. Asking nothing in return.

Just one good orgasm after the next.

I wonder how long he’s able to have sex. I hear athletes have amazing stamina…

“What’s that look for?” Drake’s voice interrupts. “Why do you look like you’re…”

“How do I look?”

He clears his throat. “Like you’re gettin’ yourself hot and bothered. Would you like to share with the class what’s goin on in that pretty brain of yours?”

Oh, I’m getting myself hot and bothered, alright…

Do I admit that to him?

Sure.

Why the hell not?

“Want to know the truth about what’s goin’ on in my head, Drake Colter?” I say it with a Southern accent and an innocent smile.

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