Page 54 of Sticking Around

“Right.” She shoves Trevor to get out. “That’s my plan. Move it.”

“Yeah, I have plans too. Gotta go.”

Melanie shakes her head as I slide from the booth. “Jeez was it something I said?”

“We should get back,” I say to her. “You’re looking a bit pale again.”

“Really.” She puts her hand on her stomach. “I actually feel better after eating, and I didn’t think I looked pale when I checked myself in the bathroom mirror.”

“No,” I say and glance over her face as I pull my wallet from my pocket, letting her friends know this was on me. I lean in and whisper. “You actually look a bit feverish. I think I might need to get you home to bed.”

A quiver goes through her as she puts the back of her hand against her forehead. “You’re right. I think I might be a bit feverish.”

I turn back to drop the bills onto the table, and that’s when I overhear Tania whisper, “Girl, he is so into you.”

I chuckle, because yeah, it’s pretty damn obvious. Hurrying my steps, I catch up with them and follow them outside. The sun is lower on the horizon, but we still have time for me to take her home and help her forget all about her day before I take her out for her end of the semester celebration. Something tells me she thinks drinks with her friends was her reward after all the studying and hard work, but no, she deserves more.

We head back to my car, and she smiles happily as we drive back. It’s nice to see color on her face again. We talk quietly about my upcoming away games, and the house is quiet when we reach it.

I hurry from the car, cross the front and capture her hand when she walks up to me. Her smile is soft, and my heart jumps, wanting my mouth on her body, my cock inside her. Jesus, I’ve got it bad.

We head inside and straight to my suite. I shut and lock the door behind me, and silence hovers as I guide her to my bedroom. Once inside, I say, “I heard what Tania said to you when we were leaving the pub.”

“What…” She swallows.

“About me being into you,” I explain.

She gives a nervous laugh, like she’s not sure what I think of that. But Christ, she must fucking know by now how much I truly am into her. Dammit, I’m not hiding the fact that I want to touch her all the goddamn time.

I angle my head and let it slowly move over her body. “She was right.”

Desire floods her eyes. “Oh.” She nibbles her bottom lip. “You’re into me.”

“Well, at least I’m going to be.”

Desire morphs into confusion. “What?”

“Why don’t you get on that bed, open your legs for me, so I can get ‘into’ you.”

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Melanie

A bevy of emotions grip my throat as he looks at me with a dark intensity that warns he wants nothing more than to lose himself in me for the rest of the night. My heart misses a beat, because yeah, I can get behind that, or underneath that, or even on top of that.

Yeah, definitely on top of that.

I take a couple of fast breaths, my body aching, and wanting just that as I back up until my legs hit the bed. My chest rises and falls rapidly as sexual energy arcs between us. My God, the man is simply breathtaking, but it’s not just the sex or his body that draws me to him, it’s so much more, and well…that’s a thought for another day, when I’m not the sole focus of his attention.

Desire flashes through me as he tugs his T-shirt off. My gaze drops to take in his abs as he pops the button on his pants and kicks them off. A moan catches in my throat as I admire his perfect naked body.

“Your turn,” he growls.

I slide my finger into the band of my yoga pants and I wiggle, tugging them down just enough to tease him. He arches a brow, and I blink innocently. “Oh, you want them all the way off?”

“Off,” he orders in a commanding voice that sends shivers skittering through me. “How else am I going to get into you.”

Into me, right.

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