Page 71 of Scoring the Player
“Rise and shine, asshole. Leaving for breakfast in twenty,” Lucas says, then knocks once more.
“Go away!” Felix calls, but it comes out all garbled because he doesn’t bother removing his mouth from my chest.
“Felix!” one of his sisters, I think it’s Holly, shouts. “Get up or I’ll make Teddy break down your door.”
“Unngh.” Felix sucks hard on my right nipple before popping off and meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry. I completely forgot. I have to go to a breakfast thing this morning.”
“It’s the most important meal of the day,” I quip. My pebbled nipples are wet, and the cold air makes me shiver.
“Fuck food. I want to stay here and devour you.” He ducks his head to kiss my breasts again.
“They won’t really break the door down, will they?” I ask, just a hint of nerves creeping in. I mean, it’s pretty obvious what we’re doing in here, but I’m not sure how I feel about his roommates seeing us.
“It’s real possible, hot stuff.” He looks up and grins. “Don’t worry. I won’t let them see your perfect tits.” He pulls the sweatshirt back over his head. I love the way his light scruff feels against my skin and the warmth of his mouth, the playful bites and searing hot sucks.
I don’t want to leave his bed. Don’t want this incredible night to end. I asked for one night and he gave it to me, but what happens next? Do we go back to pretending to date and keeping our hands (and mouths) to ourselves?
When we get the five-minute warning yell and coordinating knock on the door, Felix reluctantly pulls away.
“I really hate them right now.” His hands glide down my waist and he sits back, still straddling me. “You’re a fucking goddess. I could worship those tits all day.”
I don’t know what to do with all the compliments he’s piled on me. It’s surreal to consider he might actually mean them. But, uh, tit worship? Yes, please.
He’s all disheveled dark hair and stormy eyes. He slept in a pair of black sweats that leave his chest and arms on display. There’s also the serious bulge in his pants.
I’ve seen other dicks. Not in person, but online, in movies, Justin Bieber paparazzi pics, whatever. Nothing could have prepared me for Felix. He’s long and thick and gorgeous. The Felix Walters experience does not disappoint.
“Stop looking at me like that, babe.” He pulls my tank and sweatshirt down to cover me but keeps running his hand along the curve of my waist.
“Like what?” I taunt him a little. I can’t get over the rush it is having a simple look or touch get him all riled up. I made him hard.Me.
“Like you want to climb me like a tree and lick me all over.”
My face heats. That’s exactly what I want to do.
He groans and climbs off me, readjusting himself while staring at me lying on his bed. “Next time, we’re staying at your place.”
The promise of next time makes my stomach flip.
“You don’t think Jane would break down the door?” I arch a brow as I sit up. I run a hand through my tangled hair as I look around for my bra.
“Good point, but you know, the more hot girls, the merrier.”
My jaw drops, and he falls forward, perfect six-pack flexing, as he laughs.
“So not funny.” I stand on the bed and launch a pillow at him.
“It was a little funny.” He grins at me, easily dodging all three of his pillows I toss at his head.
When I’m out of ammunition, he lunges for me. He grabs me around the legs and tosses me over his shoulder. He smacks my butt as he stalks over to the door of his room. Once we’re there, he lets me slide down until my face hovers in front of his.
I place a hand over my mouth. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“Morning breath won’t save you now.”
“What about breakfast?”
He presses me against the door. “They can’t break it down if we’re standing in front of it.”
