Page 24 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
“Hell yeah. I can think of a few ways you could do that.” He stood up to stretch and walked over to me as I finished packing up my things.
“Slade,” I cautioned him, though my body knew what was coming and hell, I wanted him.
“Stop talking,” he growled, and I closed my eyes when his fingertips caressed my shoulders and ran down my arms, then hooked around my waist.
His other hand reached up and I think I moaned when he laced his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. I definitely moaned when he lowered his head to mine and our lips met. That hungry kiss sent a heat wave of pleasure and need through my body, right to my toes, now curling inside my loafers.
He tightened his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. I could feel the heat radiating from his groin, and God, I think I soaked my panties just knowing he was hard already. I gripped onto his biceps, feeling the contours of his perfectly sculpted muscles. I wanted him so bad, but no.
I pulled away from that smoldering kiss before we could get too far again. “No,” I told him. “This can’t happen. I need to get home.”
“You want this, Cassidy. Stop fighting it.”
“I don’t… I can’t, okay?”
“That’s not what the rest of your body’s telling me,” he whispered, taking the bag I brought over out of my hand. “Let’s talk about it in my room. The kitchen’s a bit too open for me to convince you.”
“I don’t think so. Now give me back my bag so I can go.”
He pulled the handle of the bag up over his head. “This bag?” he said playfully. “Come get it.”
“Not funny, Slade. Give it back.” He shook his head, stepped back into the hallway and turned toward the staircase. “For Christ’s sake, Slade. It’s too late for this childish crap.”
If my wallet and dorm room keys weren’t in that bag, I’d have just left and gone home, just so he’d know I wasn’t playing. Too bad it wasn’t and a minute later I was at the top of the stairs trying to figure out which room was his. Thank goodness none of his frat hounds were anywhere around. At the end of the hall, I saw the door close slowly. That had to be his room.
He was standing just past the doorway when I stormed in and almost mowed him over—except with his height and my tiny frame, it was more like me bouncing off his body the way a ball would on a brick wall. He steadied me by holding onto my shoulders. For a second all I wanted to do was pound on his chest for luring me up to his room like this.
After that subsided, he kicked the door closed behind me and asked, “What is it about my wanting to be with you that’s so repulsive?” He waited for me to answer. I had nothing to offer that would come out without sounding like a scathing attack. “You know what I think? I think you’re afraid you’ll enjoy it too much.”
I scoffed out a laugh. Did he really believe I was so dumb that I’d fall for a dare like that? “Whatever, buddy. Give me my bag. Now.”
“Find it and you can have it.”
Good Lord. Did we really have to do this at almost two in the morning?
I scanned around the room and didn’t see any sign of it. I walked to his closet. Nothing there. I checked under his bed. No dice. I dug around in the two bottom drawers of his armoire as they were the only ones large enough to fit it. It wasn’t there, either. “Did you even bring it in here?”
“That’s a whole other question, isn’t it?”
Frustrated, I sat on one side of his bed. “Like I said… childish.”
He sat beside me and put an arm over my shoulder. It was more of a friendly gesture than anything seductive. Still, I took his arm and pushed it off anyway. “Not as much as this game you’re playing, Cassidy. We’re both adults now. I want you. You want me. Just roll with it. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“What? This has gone from stupid to just plain ridiculous!”
I stood up and made to leave. If I had to, I’d walk my ass home and pound on my dorm door until someone opened it, and if Miranda wasn’t home I was ready to sleep on the concrete floor in the corridor. I’d had enough.
I didn’t get away from him fast enough. Slade gripped onto my wrist before I took a step away from his bed, and he pulled me back until I was sitting in his lap. By then it was too late. All that anger had turned into desire, and when he pulled me in and our lips touched, it was practically over. It didn’t hit me how much I wanted him. Or maybe I’d just been lying to myself, biased because of his cocky attitude and superstar façade. I must have wanted this all along. Why else would my body react so strongly, so suddenly?
Even as his hands moved over me, sliding over my clothes, under my clothes, I wondered if it was really happening. How was it possible? I wondered if I should pinch myself and snap out of it, but then I realized I didn’t want to wake up. It felt so incredible. Something inside me was coming to life. I decided to go with it, to see how far we could take this. He was supposed to be so damn good, wasn’t he? I’d see for myself.
I touched him—softly, at first, then more confidently. He was magnificent, every muscle bulging and flexing under his soft, hot skin. Pulsing and throbbing under my hands, which deftly undid each button of his shirt without hesitation. He lowered me beside him on the bed, then sat up, giving me a look at his massive chest, shoulders, and arms while he undid the waistband and zipper of my jeans. I lifted my hips up and wiggled as he tugged my jeans down my hips and legs. His rippling abs begged for me to lick them. I ran light, teasing fingers down the length of his abdomen, and he groaned, bending forward again to crush his lips against mine. All the pent-up passion inside me poured out, taking my breath away.
I tipped my head up and he took the invitation to kiss more of me. Slade devoured everything he could reach, then pulled off my top, leaving me in only my underwear, practically writhing underneath him. By then I didn’t care about anything except feeling more of him between my legs. He rolled me on top of him, and I reached back to unhook my bra, noticing the way his eyes drank me in. I pushed my hips back so I could undo his belt and zipper. Sliding one hand past his boxers, I gripped his manhood. He seemed surprised—he hadn’t expected me to be this assertive. I wouldn’t have been this brazen, either. My body had taken over, and now I was dragging his pants and boxers down his legs before I climbed back on top of him. My eyes widened when I saw what I’d only felt before. He was huge, throbbing. I bit my lip, nervous and hungry at the same time. I would have taken a taste of his raging hard-on just then, but honestly, my core was aching for this.
