Page 22 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
I twist my lips and consider his explanation. “What did I do to freak you out?”
He moves forward and places his hand underneath my chin, drawing my gaze to his face. Sincerity bleeds through his expression, his eyes swimming in a sea of blue. “It’s the intensity of how I feel about you that scares me. I’m constantly thinking about you, Brin, and I can’t get you out of my head. It’s distracting. And I was trying to avoid distractions this year.”
I sigh against his shoulder. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
He places a kiss on the top of my head.
“No, don’t be sorry,” he emphasizes, leaving his lips pressed to my hair. “It’s just crazy how intense this is. Do you feel it too?”
“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper. I look up at his penetrating gaze and feel something break apart inside of me. “I thought it was just me.”
The words he murmurs next bring me to the precipice of my long-awaited decision. “I’m crazy about you, Brin. To hell with it being a distraction. I want you so much it hurts.”
I want him too. I’m ready and I want Preston to be my first. I want to give him everything and more.
Preston presses his mouth to mine again and then works his lips down to the hollow of my throat as I tip my head to give him access. He sucks along my collarbone and then places open-mouthed kisses over the skin of my shoulder, his finger slipping underneath the thin strap of my tank.
Wetness floods my panties and I arch my back, my breasts lifting in contact with his torso. I’m practically grinding against his swollen erection, seeking friction for this aching burn that surges with white-hot sparks through my core.
My body is strung tight and ready to snap, and I want to climb him like a tree.
“Preston, I want you…so badly.”
A growl escapes his throat and he steps back, adjusting the hard-on bulging through his pants. The giant wet spot is still there.
“Me too, princess. I don’t need anyone thinking I came in my jeans.”
I giggle. “Yeah, we should probably go take care of that.”
His eyes find mine with a near-panicked look. “Here?”
Shaking my head, I grab his hand and lead the way back to our table where we make quick work of packing up.
“We’re going to take care of everything at your place.Right now.”
ChapterTen
Preston
The walk to my apartment is actually a fast-paced brisk jog. When you have a hard-on the size of Texas and a girl who’s been starring in all your wet dreams, you don’t have time to waste.
The relief is palpable when we reach my third-floor landing and I open the front door. I peek inside, hoping and praying no one else is home right now. All seems quiet and I nudge my chin up to give the all clear, tugging her hand to follow me inside.
“My room’s down the hall, the second door on the left. I’m gonna take these off and throw them in the tub.” I point at my jeans and she smiles back. She briefly scans the sparsely decorated main living room before dropping my hand and heading in the direction of my room.
I step into the bathroom I share with Brecks and Quinn, and yank off my wet jeans. I leave my briefs on with the hope they’ll also be off in a few minutes.
Although Brinly said she wants me, and is clearly interested in something happening between us, I’ve not set any expectations as to what it will be. I’ve thought a lot about her confession from the other night that she’s still a virgin. The fact that she’s not had sex yet doesn’t scare me. Not one bit. If she needs more time, I’ll give it to her. I just want her first time to be special. If that’s not today, that’s okay.
The decision is up to her and I won’t push her. Based on the fact she’s up in my room waiting for me, I assume we’re getting at least partially naked tonight. My dick jumps inside my briefs as I shut off the bathroom light and walk the three steps across the hallway to my door. When I peer through the cracked-open door, I lose my goddamn breath. And possibly my mind.
Lying across the sheets of my unmade, rumpled bed is an almost-naked Brinly. She removed her jeans and tank and is now staring up at me wide-eyed, wearing a pair of lime green panties and nothing else. Her hands are clutched together over her torso, covering her breasts like a siren goddess out of Eden.
She is sweet sin out to ruin me.
I slowly move toward her, trying to slow my roll so that I don’t pounce like a leopard. I stop at the edge of the bed and bend down to cup her cheeks, peppering her face and the slope of her neck with kisses.
“Tell me what you want, Brin,” I murmur at her ear. “What are you comfortable doing?”
