Page 44 of The Assist
Instead of answering, she closes the space between us and brings her mouth to mine. I consider pulling back and making her say it for all of a second before her soft tongue brushes against mine, I’m lost and exactly where I should be all at once.
She threads her arms up and laces them behind my neck, forcing her up on her tiptoes and putting her flush against me. Not daring to break away from her, I mumble, “I’m taking your non-answer as confirmation.”
She chuckles into my mouth in response and then pulls back, breathless and flushed and sexy as hell. “If I admit you’re a good tutor, will you wear those sexy glasses again?”
“You think my glasses are sexy?” She drops onto the bed, and I grab my reading glasses from my desk. If I’d known that tidbit sooner, then I’d have been playing it to my advantage already. “You mean, these glasses?”
Her eyes light up and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She gives the faintest nod before sitting up on her knees and reaching for me. “You’re like the best of both worlds—hot jock meets hot nerd.”
“All I just heard was you calling me hot.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t know it.”
“Oh,Iknow it.” I brace myself over her and look into her brown eyes, which dance with amusement. “I’m just happy to hear you agree. Makes my next play a little less risky.”
I kiss her and tumble us back onto the bed. My glasses are getting in the way. I’ve never made out with a girl while wearing them before, but then again, I've never had one react like this to my need to see clearly. Most girls are far more interested in the jock side than the nerd side. Or maybe I just never let anyone see anything but the jock. Until Blair, I wasn’t exactly winning girls over with mybrain.
Eager limbs and mouths tangle together. Neither of us wastes any time giving into the electrical pull between us. I run a palm up and down the leg she’s draped over me, ankle to thigh and back. Blair hums as her breasts rub against my pecs, hard nipples poking through the material of her little black dress.
An angel and a devil sit on either side of my shoulder, or more accurately a little Vanessa and a little me. Vanessa’s warning about Blair deserving a gentleman isn’t lost. Sure, I’ve cleared my conscience by letting her know I can’t commit to anything serious, but she isn’t the kind of girl you sleep with and never call again.
Our kisses are frantic, and her hips rock into me, beckoning me to do something with the raging hard-on pressing into her. Trailing my fingers back up her leg, I let them slide under her skirt and to the lacy material of her underwear. No wait, it’s a thong. Christ, this girl. I cup her ass and growl.Mine.Serious or not, I’mseriousabout this ass.
When my fingers slide under the scrap of material covering her pussy, she falls back onto the bed, arching her whole body into my palm. Her eyes flutter open and lock onto me. “Oh God, I think I might come just watching you. The way you’re looking at me right now and with those glasses.”
She sighs, emphasizing how close she is, and my chest shakes with a silent laugh as I move one finger inside her. “Just watch me then.”
She does exactly that as her body trembles under my touch. I’m mesmerized by this girl. Her heart hammers in her chest, and she whimpers and pants, squeezing around my fingers and moaning loudly as she finds her release.
Her eyes close behind dark lashes, and she whispers my name on a sigh.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, hearing the wonder in my own words. Damn.
“Ditto,” she mumbles without opening her eyes.
Music starts to play from another room, and the bass vibrates the wall. “I think Z might be trying to drown out your sex sounds.”
Her eyes pop open, and she pushes up onto one elbow. “Oh my God, he can hear us?”
I shrug. “Well, I can sure as shit hear his music, so it goes to reason . . .”
“You could have warned me or, I don’t know, gagged me.”
A gag? As hot as that sounds, no way I’d want to miss out on hearing the way she responds to my touch. “I’ll remember that for next time. Speaking of, when can I see you again?”
She buries a smile into the crook of my neck. “Will you wear the glasses again?”
Hell, I’d forgotten I was wearing them. “Any time you want.”
16
Wes
“Shaw take Reynold’s spot.”
My foot is killing me, but I still resent the substitution. I take a seat on the sidelines next to coach.
“How’s your foot?” he asks, keeping his eyes glued forward watching the guys run through our plays against a full court defense. Our season opener is Sunday, and the team isn’t where I want it to be. Coach’s face tells me he feels the same.
