Page 45 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

I gulped. I stopped trying to reach for my clothes. Whatever friendship he’d proposed had just been thrown out the window. He couldn’t control himself around me. And I didn’t want him to try. I was just about to tell him to stop trying to control himself when the front door to his apartment creaked. Shit. I quickly kneeled down so that the ping pong table would hide me. He put his hand on the top of my head.

"J.J.!" Someone yelled when they walked in. "Whoa, sorry, man."

"Oh." J.J. cleared his throat. "We're not..."

"Dude, I didn't mean to cock block you."

Shit. Does J.J.’s roommate seriously think I'm giving him head in the middle of their living room? I scrunched up my face. That was worse than the real story. I stood up, keeping my arms across my chest. "We were just playing strip ping pong." I recognized the guy as J.J.'s ping pong partner from Grottos the other night.

The boy's eyes drifted down my body. I had never felt so exposed in my life. I looked over at J.J.

He stepped in front of me to block the guy’s view of me. "Get the fuck out of here, Logan."

"Right, sorry." Logan disappeared into the room I hadn't been in.

J.J. started laughing as he turned around to face me. "I'm so, so sorry," he said between bouts of laughter.

"J.J. give me my clothes before someone else walks in."

"Okay, okay. Here, catch." He tossed my clothes at me.

I instinctively moved my arms away from my breasts so I could catch the clothes. Shit. Balls! I’m a nudist! I pulled the clothes against my naked torso. I looked up at J.J. He looked so satisfied with himself.

"You're such a smug ass," I said and turned away from him. I quickly put my clothes back on. When I turned back around he was still staring at me. But I wasn’t really focused on his eyes. I swore the bulge in his boxers had grown significantly. Stop staring at his dick, you gave those up! My eyes gravitated back to his face.

I thought about what he had said a second before Logan had walked in. He was having a hard time controlling himself around me. I didn't want him to control himself. Maybe I should have played his game a little longer. My eyes wandered down his body again. The bulge in his boxers definitely looked even bigger than it had been before. There was no denying it. I should have pantsed him! If I had played that differently, he might be kissing me right now.

He cleared his throat, drawing my attention away from his boxers.

"Are you happy with yourself?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. God, it was nice to be wearing clothes again.

"I'm very happy with myself." He sat down on the arm of the couch. "Did you want to watch a movie or something?"

My first instinct was to ask what time it was. But even if it was 3 a.m. I'd still rather stay. And even though he’d just seen me almost completely naked, it didn’t feel awkward between us. It felt like we’d known each other forever. Like we’re besties? No, definitely more than besties. "Sure."

"Awesome." He walked over to his clothes and pulled his shorts back on. His shirt remained on the ground as he grabbed our beers off the counter.

I looked away and sat down on the couch to one side. I silently cursed myself. I should have sat in the middle so he'd have to sit directly next to me. When he walked back over, he handed me my beer and sat down in the middle of the couch. For some reason I held my breath. I didn't care what we had talked about. Clearly neither of us wanted to be just friends. He turned on the TV and put his arm behind me on the couch without touching me.

"Oh, I love this movie," he said. "Have you ever seen it?"

"The Internship? Yeah, I love Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson." I smiled at him.

"Yeah, they're freaking hilarious together. This movie was so underrated. I can't believe people didn't find it funny."

"I know!"

He put his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. It was hard to focus on the TV when all I wanted to do was look at him. I wished that Logan hadn't interrupted us. I began to wonder what would have happened. It had been so tempting to pants him. And if I was being honest with myself…do way more after said pants were gone. Way, way more. My diet was over. I was craving his dick more than I’d crave ice cream if I ever gave it up. Well, maybe. Either way, it was a lot of craving and a lot of diet cheating going on in my head.

I yawned and leaned back so that my head was resting on his arm. He didn't flinch at all. Maybe he was hoping I'd do that. His intoxicating smell of saltwater and sweat made me want to kiss him even more. I closed my eyes and pretended that Logan had never shown up.

Chapter 13

Thursday

I couldn't remember the last time I had slept so well. I slowly opened my eyes and then snapped them shut. Oh my God. I was still at my lifeguard's apartment. I was resting my head on his lap. His cock was directly underneath my right cheek. It felt slightly erect. And it definitely felt big. Oh. So. Big. I knew I should move. That was the logical thing to do. But since when was I logical?

Instead, I stayed completely still. I had almost seen him naked last night. I wondered if that opportunity would ever present itself again. This might be the closest I ever got to him.

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