Page 47 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"Nope." I put my hand on his chest and made him move back slightly as I stepped under the water. I tilted my head and arched my back slightly, attempting what I hoped was a sexy pose under the showerhead. "There is no better feeling than a nice, hot shower. Don't you think?" I glanced over at him.

"Okay, I'm going to get out."

"Don't make this weird, Rory. I shower with my friends all the time. It's not a big deal. Can you hand me the shampoo?"

"Wait, do you really?"

"Of course." No. Who the hell showers with their friends? Awkward. "Besides, we've already seen each other naked. It's not a big deal at all."

He was still holding his hands over his junk. But he was barely covering his growing erection.

"Really, Rory, I'm not going to stare at you. " I grabbed his hand and pulled him back underneath the water. "Now please hand me the shampoo."

He grabbed the shampoo with his other hand, letting his erection spring free.

Fuck, he wants me. It was so tempting to reach out and wrap my hand around his massive cock. But that wasn't the plan. He had to come to me.

"Thanks," I said and took the shampoo from him. I turned away from him and arched my back again as I slowly lathered my hair. I moaned quietly, hoping that he could hear. When I stepped back under the water, his cock pressed against the small of my back. Holy shit!

"Oh, sorry," he said and moved away.

"It's okay. I should have warned you that I needed to get wet." I cringed at my own line. That didn't even make sense. I was starting to feel sweaty instead of clean. I wasn't sure if it was because I was so turned on or because the water was scalding. "Do you mind turning it down a little? It's just so hot in here."

"It is pretty hot in here."

I wasn't facing him, so I didn't know if he had turned it down, but the water still felt just as hot. I turned around to see him staring at me. "Excuse me, Rory," I said, and reached for the bar of soap. I let my hand slowly brush against his erection, but I kept my eyes focused on the bar of soap on the ledge.

He grabbed my breasts and pushed my back against the cool tile.

Everything below my waistline clenched. Focus! "What are you doing, Rory?!"

"If you wanted to fool around again, all you had to do was ask." One of his hands drifted to my ass.

"What? Rory!" I pushed on his chest to make him step back. "We're just friends. Oh my God, you just made this incredibly weird!" I picked up the soap and began to lather up my breasts, cleaning off where he had touched me.

"I made it weird?" he asked as he watched me.

"Yes! And stop staring at me! What are you doing?! Get out!"

He ran his hand through his wet hair. "Wow, I really misread the situation. I just thought when you touched my..."

"Get out, Rory!" I yelled, cutting him off.

He stepped out of the shower and closed the curtain. A second later I heard the door close. I sighed and leaned against the cold tile wall. I was so close to having him again. If I had wanted to, I could have let him fuck me in the shower. But I didn't want to just fool around with him. I wanted more. I needed more.

Shit, I'm falling for him. Screw the article. I needed to talk to him. I quickly turned the water off and wrapped a towel around myself. "Rory?" I called when I went out into the hallway. When he didn't answer, I knocked on his door. "Rory? I need to talk to you." I was greeted by silence. "Come on, Rory. I'm sorry about the shower." This is ridiculous. I opened up his door, but he wasn't there. Damn it!

I closed his door, walked back into my room, and sat down at my desk. I may have been falling for him, but he wasn't falling for me. I opened up my laptop and began writing as fast as I could. Everything just came pouring out. I wrote about how I had fallen for my gorgeous, unobtainable roommate. I wrote about how I couldn't stop thinking about him, and about how living with him was unbearable. I even wrote about our one night stand that didn't feel at all like a one night stand to me.

The more I thought about him, the more I realized how much more this was to me than a one night stand. It wasn't the game, or the chase, it was him. Despite what Emily thought, he was perfect for me. I looked down at article I had just written.

I wanted to learn how to play with a player. I came up with the idea to write about my experience, with all the juicy details, so that every woman out there could do the same. This new norm of one night stands is completely horrendous and unacceptable. What happened to gentleman callers and flowers? We all want more. And I wanted to fix it. But I'm not sure I'm the right person for the job anymore. Because I'm falling for the guy I thought I could play.

A few weeks ago, I put an ad in the paper looking for a new roommate. That's when Rory showed up. Rory is the kind of guy that you crush on from a distance but have never actually talked to. You know, the one with the perfect amount of scruff on his perfect face, with abs that you only see on movie stars, and a smile that makes your knees weak. Trust me, I've tripped over my own feet quite a few times around him.

But since he was my roommate, we had to talk. Which may have been worse than admiring him from a distance because I'm so awkward when I have a crush. I ramble and say stupid stuff I don't mean. Somehow we agreed to just be friends in this weird, twisted roommate pact, which I actually wanted nothing to do with. So I started acting even more awkward. Listening to his bed squeaking with different women screaming his name every night made me physically sick. I couldn't handle it. I completely hated that he was a player. Because I wanted him to want me, and only me.

But I knew that was impossible. He barely even noticed me. So my brilliant idea? I asked him for advice on how to have a one night stand. And then I pathetically followed his advice and used it on him. Never in a million years would I normally do something like that. I've only ever had sex with my boyfriends. With Rory though, I'd take what I could get. So I experienced my first one night stand. Despite the label, it wasn't a one night stand to me. A better label probably would have been "best sex of my life" or "best night of my life". I was completely and utterly hooked. All I wanted was more. And now all I can think about is more. So I failed my assignment. I can't play with a player because I've been completely played.

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