Page 100 of Tempting the Player
Dahlia
WHAT HAPPENED? Did Hendrick fuck up? I’m getting dressed and coming to get you.
Me
Keep your pants on—or off in this case. The date was... there are no words. I like him so much, Dahl. So, so much. But I miss you!
Dahlia
I miss you too. I’m so happy for you. I want all the details. I have a tournament this weekend, but let’s plan girls’ night for sometime next week!
The tightness in my chest eases just knowing we’re going to make an effort to hang out soon.
Me
Good luck at your tournament. Love you <3
Dahlia
<3 <3 Love you!
I glance around at Hendrick and his brothers after I finish texting with Dahlia. I miss her, Daisy, and Violet, but I think I’ll miss these guys too when everything is over and I can stay at my house again.
Hendrick notices the shift in my mood. “I think we’re gonna call it. Jane has to be up early for class.” He points to Flynn. “So do you.”
With some grumbling, everyone agrees. Flynn heads off to bed first, followed by Knox. Brogan and Archer start to tear down the maze, and Hendrick pulls me toward his room.
I yawn as I toss my shoes into a corner with my bags.
“Sorry our plans got derailed.” Hendrick wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Don’t be.” I lean my back against his chest. I yawn again. “We still have time.”
He chuckles and places a kiss at the crook of my neck. “You need sleep. You have a test at eight.”
“How do you remember these things?”
“I just do,” he says. He unzips the back of my dress and then slowly pushes the fabric down over my hips and lets it drop to the floor. His hands caress my sides and he drops another kiss to my back. My insides light up even as I fight another yawn.
Hendrick steps away and a few seconds later returns with one of his T-shirts. He pulls it over my naked body.
“I was promised another orgasm,” I say, voice thick with sleep.
He laughs lightly. “Sleep first.”
“Fine.” I climb into the bed. I have every intention of rubbing up against him as soon as he gets into bed, but when his arms finally wrap around me, I’m already asleep.
* * *
I wake up before my alarm goes off. Hendrick lies on his back and I’m curled up against his side. He sleeps in basketball shorts and no shirt. At this point I’ve seen his naked chest more times than I can count, but it still amazes me. His muscles aren’t the kind you see on guys that work out a few times a week. It’s way beyond a chiseled six pack. Hendrick’s chest and stomach are hard planes of muscle. Even unflexed, there’s a deep line running down from his chest to his belly button where the muscles separate.
I run a finger down that line, back and forth. Hendrick stirs and I quickly move to straddle him as he wakes up. His hands go to my hips and he gives me a sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” I say as I feel him growing hard underneath me.
“It sure is.” His palms glide under the hem of my shirt and over my stomach.
“I slept.”
