Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
“Why do you say that?” she asks me, but there’s a spark of mischievousness in her eyes. It makes my smile widen.
“It seemed like you wanted something particular.”
“And what would that be?” she says. I notice how her chest rises and falls with her shallow breathing.
I lean forward and lower my voice. “Can I tell you something?”
“What?” Her lips stay parted just slightly and she stares at me with curiosity.
“I called dibs when you left,” I tell her. It’s not true. After she left, her hips swaying and a small bit of that shyness returning when she saw me watching her fine ass walk away, all that the guys were talking about was how much ass they’re going to get in college.
Her ass, any ass. It doesn’t matter to them. But this one I’d noticed before. This one is obviously in need. So when she left the field, the vision of her soft lips stayed in my mind.
“Did you really call dibs?” she asks me and then shakes her head like I’m ridiculous.
They don’t get this ass. Not until I get my fill first.
“Yeah,” I tell her and look around the now empty room. “Where’s your next class?”
“I don’t have anything else after this,” she says.
“Me neither,” I tell her and she throws her head back, laughing.
“You’re such a liar,” she says, calling me out with a voice full of humor. Her genuine smile grows and a beautiful shade of pink colors her cheeks. “You want to get into my pants badly enough that you’d miss your next class?”
My adrenaline spikes. “How’d you know?” I ask her.
“Your schedule’s right there,” she says and rolls her eyes. She grabs the paper off my desk and verifies that she’s right before tossing it back to me.
“It’s right next door but you’re going to be late if you wait any longer,” she says confidently and stands up, swinging her backpack over one shoulder.
“It can wait if you want to get out of here,” I offer her.
“You’re shameless,” she says and then she grips the strap of her bookbag and asks me softly, “You think I’m that easy?”
“I think you want it. You might be afraid to get it, though.”
Her expression slips just slightly, so quickly I almost don’t see it and I second-guess my approach. “I think you know what you want.” I speak clearly and wait for her light green eyes to reach mine. “I fucking love that.”
“Oh yeah?” she says, her confidence returning and the air between us heating again. The tension between us thickens as I stand up, closing the small space that separates us. She stays still, letting me get close enough to touch her. I don’t, though. I can make her want the chase too.
“Yeah, and I know what I want too,” I tell her and lean forward, so fucking close, but she turns her shoulder to me, brushing against my chest and arm as she walks away, leaving my heart beating hard.
“Well right now, I want to go home, Dean,” she says over her shoulder.
“Love the way you say my name too,” I tell her and she pauses in the doorway. “I can make it sound even better when you scream it.”
She lets her head fall back with a feminine peal of laughter. “You really are shameless.”
“We have a game tonight,” I say quickly before she can leave. It grabs her attention and she looks back at me. “On the field. Nothing big, but you should come.”
“You’re inviting me to your game?” she asks me with a hint of a smile. It makes her happy, I can tell.
“I am and I’m going to win you over,” I say, picking up my bag and following her out of the room. “I know you want me,” I tell her, cocky as fuck.
“We’ll see,” she says softly, letting her gaze roam down my chest to my cock, then back up to my eyes. “Not today, though. Get to class,” she commands, and her voice hardens.
“Bossy,” I tease her as she turns left. I debate following her. But now’s not the time. She’s just the right mix of shy and curious, but also confident and sexy as hell. I watch her disappear before turning right to go to my next class. “All right, Allie Cat, round one goes to you,” I say lowly.
My dick’s still hard and there’s a trace of a smile left on my lips.
College just got that much better.
ALLISON
I shouldn’t be thinking about Dean Warren.
I definitely shouldn’t be going to this game for him.
And the smile on my lips when he does a double take over his shoulder, as I sit on the uncomfortable metal bleachers, that really shouldn’t be showing.
He’s a mistake waiting to happen.
The cockiness and arrogance mixed with the hard edge in his eyes are what tell me that much. As if a simple look wasn’t enough to warn me off.