Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence.
Fuck. Is she really going to make me say it?
Out loud.
So she can gloat.
By the steady look in her eyes—yes…yes, she is.
I plow an agitated hand through my short strands and jerk my shoulders. “I don’t want you wearing anyone else’s jersey,” I mumble.
Like Maverick’s.
If someone’s name and number is going to be plastered across her back, it’s going to be mine. Or I’ll tear the damn thing off her body just like I did before. I steel myself, waiting for her to dissolve into laughter before tossing the garment in my face.
A second, then two, tick by and it doesn’t happen.
Instead, she carefully sets the jersey on the desk before peeling off her sweatshirt. I didn’t realize it before, but she’s not wearing a bra. My mouth turns bone dry as I stare at her perky little breasts. It’s so damn tempting to reach out and stroke her nipples. They’re so damn sensitive.
I flex and tighten my fingers so I don’t do exactly that.
Then she picks up the sweater and pulls it over her head, shoving her arms through the sleeves and tugging it down her torso.
It fits perfectly. Just like I knew it would.
Possessiveness crashes through me, suffusing every single cell.
“Turn around,” I rasp.
She spins in a semi-circle until I can glimpse my name stamped across her back. Satisfaction floods through me until it feels like I’m an overinflated balloon on the verge of bursting.
With a sly look sent over her shoulder, she meets my eyes. “You like?”
“Yeah, I fucking like,” I growl. “Although, I pictured you with it on and nothing else.”
Without another word, she slips her hands beneath the orange and black material before sliding the leggings down her hips and thighs until it pools at her feet. She shimmies out of the panties as well before swiveling back around.
“More like you imagined?”
Fuck, yeah. I’ve been fantasizing about what she’d look like in my jersey ever since I picked it up at the campus bookstore. Did I just so happen to whack off to thoughts of her in it?
Guilty as charged.
“It’s way better.” I jerk my chin toward her messy bun. “Take it out.”
Gaze pinned to mine, she reaches up and slowly pulls the tie from her hair. The long mass cascades around her shoulders and down her back like a bouncy golden curtain.
My cock stiffens at how fucking gorgeous she is in my jersey and nothing else.
I don’t realize that I’ve stepped closer until she lifts her chin to hold my gaze. Just as her lips part, mine crash onto hers. As soon as she opens, my tongue sweeps into her mouth. I force her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed and she tumbles onto the mattress. We stay fused together as I quickly follow her down. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds against me.
Fuck.
I need to slow my roll, or I’ll go off like a damn shot.
Again.
If this behavior continues, I’ll develop a complex. I’ve never been a one-pump chump. Even though I don’t want to, I rip my lips away and force myself to take a deep, calming breath.
Confusion mars her expression as she props herself up on her elbows. “Is something wrong?”
“Just give me a minute,” I mutter, feeling like a twenty-two-year-old virgin who’s never touched a girl.
When that doesn’t work, I roll away, rising unsteadily to my feet. Before she can ask what’s going on, I grip the hem of my T-shirt and yank it over my head. Then I shove the joggers and boxer-briefs down my legs until I’m fully naked. Heat ignites in her eyes as I stand perfectly still and allow her gaze to lick over every inch.
There’s nothing more that I love than having her attention focused solely on me.
Although, it does nothing to stop my erection from pulsing with the insistent need to be buried deep inside her tight heat. If I’d been smart, I would have jacked off before coming over. But I’d been much too impatient for that.
A hiss of breath escapes from me as I wrap my hand around my dick and give it a few slow pumps.
Carina’s pupils dilate as they stay fastened to me.
“Spread your legs, pretty girl. Show me the sweetness between your thighs.”
She does exactly what I ask without question.
And I fucking love it.
Her pink lips are already slick with arousal. I just want to run my tongue over them and lap up every single drop.
Fuck. Those thoughts aren’t helping matters.
I’m not even inside this girl and I’m ready to explode.
As I fist my shaft, need coils tight in my balls. Once they draw up against my body, I realize that release is imminent.
“Shove the jersey up. I want to see those pretty little titties.”
Her fingers drift to the hem before yanking it up her body and bearing her breasts so that the material is bunched against her collarbone. Unable to help myself, I step closer. As soon as I tighten my fist, hot jets of cum spurt from the tip of my cock.