Page 72 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

“Not until your hand is healed.” I hold it up and show it to her again.

“It’s barely bruised. Barely sore,” She argues.

“I’m saying no. But, if you’re that desperate for some physical time …”

She shoves me. “Don’t come on to me. I want to get in the ring, lash out, defend myself. Punch all the people who call me creepy.”

“Because they’re right?” I tease lightly. “Creepy and cute.”

She huffs, glances around, then bumps my foot with hers. “Be careful in public.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” I mumble. “No one here cares about anything but their workout. I have to hit the shower. Stay?”

She blinks a few times, processing the slew of things I just threw at her. She nods finally. “Yeah. Okay.”

I get through the world’s fastest shower and get ready to go. Everything in me wants to take Sky’s hand, squeeze her and pull her closer to me. Just so anyone thinking they have a shot knows she’s off the market. But I know she’ll jump, and I’ve been enjoying the lack of wall between us, or … the lowering of her wall.

Once we get to our cars, I lean against mine. “Your place or mine, Sky?”

She glances around the empty parking lot, takes a deep breath. “You that desperate to get into my pants again, Ash?”

I don’t answer right away. How does she always manage to distract me with sex?

“Your silence sounds like a resounding yes. Luckily for you, my house is always empty, so we can-”

“Can we put a pause on the sex talk for two seconds?” I ask. She meets my eyes and nods once. I take a slow breath. “I need you to actually talk to me about us.”

“Didn’t we do that yesterday?”

“You kicked a guy in the balls for me. You supported my boxing career, said you had a good time, called me your boyfriend. Is that all real shit? How you actually feel or just what you think I want to hear?”

She blinks at me a few times. I don’t know why I’m asking, not really. I just know that I’mverygood at telling people what they want to hear, and I want to be sure that’s not what’s happening here. That I’m not getting excited because she’s saying what she thinks I want her to.

“I know you’re new to talking about what you like and want, but I need to know for real how you feel.”

She swallows. “I meant what I said. I don’t say anything because someonewantsto hear it. I say it because I think it or … feel it.”

I take a slow breath and kiss her softly. “Okay, you can now resume your very sexy dirty talk, and we’ll head to your house.”

She agrees. I park in my drive way, sprint to her place and box her against her front door as she laughs and shoves against me. Once we’re inside, I throw her over my shoulder, kick the door shut, and drag her to her room.

Sky swats my ass and gives me hell before I pin her on her bed. She’s panting, all flushed, and still giving me that smile. I kiss her nose. “I don’t know if you can handle boxing. You keep losing at basic wrestling.”

“I didn’t lose in the woods.” She sticks her tongue out.

I take it as an invitation and try to bite it. Instead, she kisses me, soft and slow, like I’ve learned to expect when she makes the move. One kiss turns into two, then three, then I lose count, abandoning control to make out like we both need.

I kiss across her neck, biting that spot she likes, and her hips meet mine. Her nails dig into my back and drag down, a tease I’d love to act on.

“I want to try something,” she pants in my ear, voice all hot and seductive.

I pick my head up from her throat, confused. She slowly takes off her shirt, revealing a bra that definitely doesn’t belong at the gym and thin spandex shorts. Holy fuck, I’m a lucky man.

“Sky.” It should be a warning, but I think it comes out like I’m begging her.

“I know you’re worried about my finger, but I …” She kisses me again, softly, gently. The trade between her wildness and her softness is going to give me whiplash. She draws back and strokes over my arms. “I want you.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” I kiss her again and again, tearing her bra off her and cupping her breasts.

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