Page 48 of Student Seduction
I’d opened the door to this topic. I owed her an honest answer. Steering with my left hand, I reached for her hand with my right, pulled it to my mouth and place my lips on her skin.
“You.”
She sucked in an audible breath. “You mean that? I’m really what you want more than anything?”
I nodded, still holding her hand. “I’ve never been a relationship kind of guy. Hockey has always come first. Now…” I shrugged. “If you told me I could have you if I gave up playing…I’d quit tomorrow.”
That was a lie.
I’d quit tonight.
I wanted her tonight. I wanted to take her to my place and strip her bare and show her how deep my feelings for her ran.
But after what she’d said about feeling ashamed, I wanted her to know there was more to this than sex and hot blowjobs.
I mean, damn, I loved those things. I loved getting to be myself with her, holding nothing back. But I would crawl naked over hot coals before I did something to make her feel ashamed again.
I did have to make a pit stop at my place, though.
When we pulled into my driveway, I dug deep for every ounce of self-control I possessed.
“I’ll just run in and grab it. I’ll be quick,” I told her. What I needed was in my bedroom and if she came inside, if I got her all to myself in private, we wouldn’t come out until the sun came up.
Her eyes cast downward and I could tell she was a little wounded at not being invited inside.
“It’s the last part of your birthday present. I want you to have it, but I don’t want you to leave here feeling ashamed.”
I got out of the Jeep before I said something stupid like “Come inside just for a minute.”
Thankfully Axel wasn’t home and I was able to get in, get what I needed, and get back to her quickly.
When I returned, a song calledRuinwas on the radio and she was staring out the window toward the Airstream.
“Summer seems like a lifetime ago,” she said softly.
The energy between us was charged with a cocktail of emotions in the darkness. I couldn’t quite identify all the ingredients, but longing and lust were heavy in the air.
“I dream about it sometimes,” I confessed, thinking of the many nights I woke up sweating, thinking she was there, warm legs tangled between mine, sweet breath against my skin. Waking up was hell, learning heaven had been a figment of my imagination.
I handed her the small shirt box I’d placed her gift in.
She peered over at me. “Can I open it now?”
I nodded. “It’s yours now. You can open it whenever you like.”
Her fingers pried the lid open gingerly.
She grinned back at me as soon as she recognized it. “Your lucky jersey,” she gushed. “I was so upset when I realized I’d forgotten it. I wanted to sleep in it.”
My name was on the back. Knowing my name would be on her in some capacity made my ego and my dick swell.
I try to tamp them both down with my mind.
“I wanted you to have it.”
I reversed into the street and followed the now familiar roads to Elksboro. We arrived at her house entirely too soon.
She still held the jersey in her hands like a child’s emotional support blanket.
