Page 75 of Campus Crush
“Want a drink?” Foster asked, his arm around my waist as we navigated through the crowd.
“Just water for now,” I replied, noticing how he was favoring his right leg. “You sure you should be standing?” I asked him as he handed me a water bottle.
He grinned, pulling me closer. “I’m fine. Hockey players are tough. I’ve played through worse injuries than this. A little ibuprofen and ice and I’ll be good as new.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed skeptically, watching him wince slightly when someone bumped into him.
We spent the next hour mingling with his teammates and their friends. I was still getting used to being “Foster Kane’s girlfriend” and the attention that came with it. But tonight, I found myself caring less about what othersthought and more about the way Foster’s hand never left mine, how his eyes kept finding me even in mid-conversation with someone else.
When someone started recounting Foster’s game-winning assist for what must have been the fifth time, I leaned in closer to Foster. “How about we get some ice for that knee?”
He turned his head, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice low so only I could hear. “How about we skip the ice and just go straight to my room?”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, holding his gaze. “But I was promised something contingent on you icing that knee…and I really want to try it.”
He groaned and pulled me tight against his body where I could feel his hard length against my stomach. “Fuck, Abby.”
Without another word, he grabbed my hand and headed straight for the stairs. I pulled back and let out a laugh at the disgruntled look he gave me for slowing him down.
“You’re forgetting something.”
He stepped forward, trapping me between the wall by the stairs and his big, hard body. “All I can think about is getting a taste of your pussy. You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about it. About how sweet you probably taste or how it’ll feel to have your thighs hug my cheeks as you come.”
A shiver of need slid through my body.
“But if you insist on the ice?—”
“I do,” I said with a wicked smile. I kind of loved seeing him all worked up like this knowing it was because of me.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Stay right here.” He kissed me hard and then before I could catch my breath, he hustled offto the kitchen. He returned to my side in record time with an ice pack in one hand. Then he took my hand again and led me upstairs to his room.
It was so much quieter up here than it was downstairs, especially with his door closed and locked. Yet we could still hear the heavy bass pumping through the house from Drew’s playlist and feel the subtle vibrations through the floor.
But I couldn’t think about all the people downstairs when Foster was looking at me like a lion who finally found his prey.
“Before you go getting any ideas, you need to lie down and put that ice pack on your knee.”
His grin was playful compared to the lust shining in his eyes which I swore had turned a darker blue than normal. Without a word, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It ruffled his hair, and my breath caught at the sight of him so sexy and disheveled, especially when I looked down to his six-pack abs that looked way too perfect to be real.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off.
“I’m just getting comfortable before I ice up.”
I swallowed thickly. “You’re telling me whenever you need to ice after a game, you strip down to your boxer briefs?”
He nodded, his gaze filled with hunger. “You should join me.”
Not one to step back from a challenge—especially after the orgasm he’d brought me to with just his fingers the other night—I kept my gaze locked on his as I pulled off my shirt and then kicked off my shoes and pushed down my pantsuntil I was standing before him in just my bra and underwear.
He rubbed a hand over his mouth and jaw as his hungry gaze slid down my body before coming back up to meet mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away from him. I was growing addicted to the way he looked at me—the way he made me feel.
He closed the distance between us and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me close as he dropped his head down and kissed me. This kiss was filled with longing, and it felt like a possession—like he owned me as much as I owned him.
He rotated us and only broke the kiss to lie down on the bed. He took the ice pack that was already wrapped in a dish towel and placed it over his knee. Then he lay completely flat and reached out to tap my thigh.
“Take off your underwear and come sit on my face.”
