Page 17 of Of Flesh & Bone

Oh my.He pushes his hips against me, and I gasp.I actually gasp and mentally turn the hose on myself for not keeping it together.He is manhandling me AGAIN and all I can think is,are you going to take it further this time?He runs his nose up my neck, across my jaw, and back to my ear.My breaths are heavy and deep the entire time.My body is quivering beneath his much larger frame.His mouth is on my ear when he says, "What did you mean by that?"

Way more breathlessly than I intend to, I ask, "by what?"

"You said that I'm your first.You SAID that you have never shared a bed with anyone."

Still breathless, "Yeah."

"So...what?You get what you want and then kick the man out of your bed?"

"Uhhh...what?"I'm dazed and this man hasn't even kissed me.

Pull yourself together, Eve!For fuck's sake!

I push against his chest and realize I could sooner turn Stonehenge into falling dominos than I could move this block of muscle.He looks at me quizzically, cocking his head to the side.

"Or is it women?"

"Is what women?"

"Is it women that you are kicking out of your bed?Or is it men?"

Finally, my lust haze clears, and I realize what conclusion he has drawn.He thinks that either I screw guys and kick them out of my bed immediately after, or I'm a lesbian and I kick women out of my bed.

I laugh.

"None of the above."

His smile vanishes.Suddenly, he is looking at me, much like I imagine a lion looks at a wounded gazelle.His glare drops to my mouth, and he slams his mouth to mine.His kiss is aggressive and claiming.It's clear that not only did he not consider that I might not want him to kiss me, but he also doesn't care.He is going to take what he wants, when he wants it.What has gone wrong in my life that the first time I have ever been physically attracted to a man, it's a man that seems committed to taking my will from me?I wish I could remember.

I kiss him back thoroughly.My hands are in his hair.My legs are gripping his hips.He pushes his hips harder into me.He's bracing himself with an elbow on the bed and a hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly.It hurts, but it's...hot.

So.Much.Trouble.

The hand that has held my hip in a bruising grip is now lifting the hem of my shirt and is softly drifting up my skin.My back arches off the bed and I press my hips into him.He growls.He actually growls.I can feel the lust building up in my abdomen and spreading down between my legs.I'm so wet.I can feel it soaking my panties.Can he feel it?Will he be able to see it?Just then, three quick, loud knocks rap on the door of my bedroom.I jump and he stiffens.

"Eve, you here?"Shit.It's Vaughn.

I quickly slide out from underneath him and rush to the door.Swinging it open with a big smile on my face."Hey V, what's up?"

Vaughn quirks an eyebrow and asks, "Since when do you greet me at the door?"She brushes past me, talking about how Eli will be home soon, and she wants to plan something fun when she stops abruptly.Stops talking.Stops moving.Possibly stops breathing.Slowly.Ever so sloooooowly, she leaves her feet planted and turns her body back toward me, twisting her legs.She drops her chin nearly to her chest and it's just then that she takes me in.My hair must be a mess.I know my lips are swollen because I can still feel them pulsing.Are my clothes rumpled?I look down.Yep.Rumpled at best.Her eyes widen as she surveys the disheveled mess that is me.

"Eve?"

"Yeah."

"There's a football quarterback in your bed."

I look back to Adam.There is?I mean, I know that he's an athlete and I considered he may play football butquarterback?Vaughn doesn't even go to school with us.How does she know who he is and what position he plays?The more I look, the more it makes sense.I mean, what is he, 6'3 at least.He's muscular and definitely has quick hands.He's demonstrated that several times already.It's not that difficult to believe that he's good enough to be well-known locally now that I'm paying attention.

"Eve?"Vaughn asks, snapping me back to reality.

"Ahhh, yes.A football player.Right.V, this is Adam.Adam, this is my roommate, Vaughn."

"I know who he is."She looks at me incredulously."Do YOU know who he is?"

"Of course I do.He's Adam, the quarterback."

"Yeah.Adam, the quarterback.The two-time Heisman Trophy winner, in your bed...on a Saturday morning."She draws out the morning part of her sentence as though she is putting more and more together.

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