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I swallowed past my dry throat and licked my lips. “I won’t go home with him.”
He plunged his finger back inside, and I bit my lip to quiet my cry. Another thrust and I tumbled over the edge, tingly ripples traveling through my entire body.
I sagged against him, and once the room stopped spinning, I reached for the bulge in his pants.
His large fingers encircled my wrist, stopping me. “I just wanted you to know what it feels like when someone takes care of you and doesn’t expect anything in return.”
He kissed me again, long and hard, and then he tugged down my skirt, and charged out of the room, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.
And how I could get it to happen again.
…
By the time I made it back from the hookup rooms I hadn’t even realized existed, I figured Trevor would be long gone.
Instead he was flirting with another girl. But when he saw me, he perked up. “Ready to go, sexy?”
I couldn’t stop smoothing down my skirt, even though I’d checked everything was in place several times—I was sure my lips were swollen and red, because I could feel the residual heat of the scorching kisses placed there, and I fought the urge to reach up and run my finger over the still-tingling skin. “Change of plans. I have to find my friend. It was nice chatting with you.”
He didn’t exactly appear thrilled about the brush-off, but he also looked like he’d move on pretty quickly. Perhaps with the brunette he was suddenly eyeing.
So maybe Dane was right about the guy, but it wasn’t like it was news, and I was too mixed up to think about that. Or Dane. Or what had just happened. Those kisses, his fingers, the way he’d demanded I say his name…it was definitely the most passionate, sexual experience I’d ever had, but a frustrated haze hung around it, because how could he just leave like that?
Not that I really wanted to hook up in rooms where dozens of other people had—and that would just account for tonight. But if he would’ve stayed, I would’ve, because I’d wanted to.
Wantedhim.
I sent a SOS text to Vanessa and asked her to meet me at the door.
“Why do you look all flushed?” Vanessa asked, narrowing her eyes. “And like someone kissed the hell out of you? Girl, did you kiss that hottie? Your lip gloss is smeared, and you’ve got sex hair.”
I smoothed a hand down my flat-ironed strands, noticing that my hair was sort of bumped up in the back. “It’s…I…let’s just go. I’ll fill you in once we get back to our room.”
Maybe by then I’d know what exactly had happened so that I could try to put it into words.
But even by the time we got back to our place, I still didn’t know what to say about my Dane run-in, or if I should even confess all the lines that’d been crossed during it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dane
“What’s up with you?” Ox asked when I walked into the kitchen Saturday morning. “You look like you didn’t sleep at all.”
I rubbed at my gritty eyes and then covered a yawn with my hand. “I’m not avoiding drama, that’s what.”
Confusion creased his forehead. “I have no idea what that means.”
“Bro, me neither obviously. But it definitely means I didn’t get any sleep.” I sat on one of the stools and ran my hands through my hair. Last night I’d lost my self-control, and I’d done something so, so stupid. With my teammate’s little sister.
Or maybe I should focus on how I left the friendship line in the rearview mirror, right after I promised her I’d be a better friend.
How could I have done that? I mean, it was awesome, and I could still taste Megan on my lips; feel the way she shuddered against me; hear the way she said my name.
I wanted to hear her say it in that breathless way again and again. The noises she’d made and the way she’d looked, all flushed, eyelids half-closed was going to follow me around for a long time.
Probably for longer than the nearly five months I’d gone without sex—which was partly to blame for me losing my mind, I was sure. But with how Megan looked last night and the overpowering need to claim her as mine, I doubted anything could’ve stopped me from touching her once I got her alone. I barely managed to leave before taking it even further.
Last night’s icy cold shower hardly took the edge off, and I knew nothing would fix the desire for her that’d built up inside of me. Just like I knew there was no chance of it ending well.
