Page 23 of Need You to Choose Me

I can feel everything. And I meaneverything.Hard muscles and harder…other things.

Bodhi looks down at me curiously as my lips stretch into a wide smile and I move my fingers up to trace his jaw. “Something tells me this isn’t the kind of entertainment my brother promised when he asked you to pick me up.”

“Shit,” he cusses, starting to push himself off me before I grab onto his forearm and shake my head.

“I didn’t say I minded.”

I know what the heat in his eyes means just like I know what the sudden twitch in his pants is from. He clears his throat, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “Olive…”

I swallow, only giving myself a few seconds before making a move on the bulky hockey star hovering over me. The second our lips brush, his body tenses. I pull back just far enough to give him the option to move away. To reject me.

But he doesn’t.

And the truth is, I’m glad. Because I need this. Fun. Spontaneous. I need to feel something other than anger and confusion for once.

Screw Alex and his dirty texts.

Sighing, Bodhi murmurs, “This is a bad fucking idea.”

I don’t know who he’s trying to convince.

Himself or me.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I say. I hope he doesn’t take the out. I watch him with hooded eyes, biting into my bottom lip and waiting to see any hint of emotion that gives him away. Iknow he’s attracted to me. He’s a natural flirt, but I can see the way his eyes linger when I’m around. My brother wouldn’t have warned me about him if he didn’t sense the same thing.

Was I taking advantage of him by wanting this? Maybe. But I wasn’t forcing him one way or another. He’s said it before; we’re two consenting adults.

His eyes flick over my face in contemplation. I don’t know what he’s trying to find. An excuse. A reason to say no. Whatever he’s searching for he obviously doesn’t find.

“Your brother is going to kill me.”

I brush the pad of my thumb along his bottom lip and say, “My brother won’t find out.”

I kiss him again, this time harder than before until he uses his lips to pry mine open and taste my tongue. A low groan rises from his throat, swallowed by the flick of my tongue along his teeth. I flatten my back along the length of the couch until his body settles between my parted thighs.

The make out session is hot and heavy as our hands explore each other, winding up under one another’s clothing until we’re writhing and capturing the breathy sounds that escape our lips from the strategic touches.

I moan with each flick of his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties.

He cusses at the stroke of my palm over his impressive length that’s hard and smooth.

I know we should move this to my room, but I’m too far gone after the drawn-out orgasm created by his thick, talented fingers to care about privacy. After I’m sated, I start yanking down his jeans enough to free his erection from the denim and help him lower my bottoms too.

Wrapping my palms around him again, he swears and drops his forehead against the arm of the couch beside my head. “I don’t have a condom.”

I freeze, chest deflating. “What?”

“I didn’t exactly anticipate this happening.”

I lick my lips, feeling his cock twitch in my palm that I experimentally squeeze. A garbled noise comes from him as he thrusts forward into my hand.

His lips trail to my neck. “We could get each other off again in other ways.”

We could.Godwe could.

But I need more. “I’m on the pill.”

Bodhi groans. “Don’t tell me that. That’s not a good idea. Trust me.”

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