Chapter 6
FIFI
We fall back on the bed, and his weight on me trips a cascade of pleasure, the feeling exciting and dangerous and comforting—which should be crazy, but it’s not. I’m falling for him, legit falling over the top like a rollercoaster racing to its climax.
His hands slide under my sweater, and his warm rough hands send my nerve endings skittering and exploding everywhere.
“You feel so good.” His whisper tickles my ear, and I shudder with overwhelming need, clutching the back of his neck and letting my fingers run through the sexy curls of his hair the way I’ve wanted to every time I saw him since I was thirteen years old.
That was when the fact that he’s a dangerously charming and devastatingly cute hit me hard. It was only a crush then, but now…
His thumb runs over my left nipple, and even through the silk of my bra, I tremble.
“Trick…” I moan his name. “How do you do this to me?”
“Do you like it?” His voice rumbles, vibrating against my skin as he lowers his mouth to the crazy pulse in my neck. He’s hot and heavy and strong the way he holds himself over me.
“I…” I stop myself from admitting that I love it.
Something tells me not to say the L word, not now, not even indirectly about his lovemaking.
“I need it.” My words are a whisper against the onslaught of his mouth.
He groans as he lifts my sweater over my head, flips open my bra, and lowers his face to take my breasts, cupping them and tasting them, teasing my nipples each in turn as I squirm, mindless and more than needy.
As my hips lift from the bed against his and the granite of his dick hits the exact spot between my thighs like a bullseye, I cry out and wrap my legs around him like I’ve become a mindless, greedy animal.
“Jesus, Feef. Take it easy unless you want me to spill it right now.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. This is too fast. You must think I’m—” I don’t know what to say.
He moves to my side and I let go, missing the pressure of his dick, of him, his entire body, on top of me.
“The most beautiful sexy girl in the world. That’s what I think you are.”
I smile. “You mean woman, right? Because I’m feeling very womanly right now.”
“You’re right. You are.” He caresses my cheek. I can feel his cock against the side of my thigh and longing rises.
“You’re too easy.”
“You’re right. I am.” The low hum of his voice vibrates at the perfect pitch to generate a buzz in my pussy, just by listening to him. I’m the one who’s too easy. Not that I ever have been before in my life.
He shrugs without apology, adjusting his hard and very tempting erection. “I’m a college guy. In case you’re not familiar with the species—”
“Oh, I’m familiar.”
He frowns and sits up. “How familiar? Do you have some angry ex-boyfriend waiting somewhere in the wings ready to take off my head?”
“No.” I almost stumble over the word. “Of course not. Why would you assume that?” I don’t think the guy Dad wants to fix me up with counts at all since I haven’t gone out with him and I don’t plan to ever date him in spite of Dad’s pressure.
“Because if I were your ex-boyfriend, I’d be mad as hell at me right now.”
“Now we’re really getting to know each other.”
He chuckles. “We have a long way to go.”
“Maybe, but I’m enthralled so far. You’re a romantic underneath all that muscle and wit. And so am I.”
“Sure. We’re a regular Romeo & Juliet.”
I swat his arm even as I laugh. “Don’t even joke about that. This is a no-family zone.”
“That’s fine with me.”
“We can talk about school.”
“If you insist.” He smirks like a troublemaker, like he doesn’t take school seriously.
“What’s your schedule like?”
“I have Intro Stats on Monday—”
“So do I—with Professor Gringely?”
“No shit. What are the chances?”
“Right? I thought you were a hockey major.”
He laughs and bites my earlobe. His teeth bring the right pressure to my tender skin to sting and to stir my nerves into a frenzy. Grinning, I squeak in mock pain and pull away in self-preservation, but not the physical kind.
“What’s your major?” he asks, straightening, separating from me. It’s my own fault, but I’m disappointed anyway.
“Fashion Design. How about you?”
“Business.”
“What kind of business? And don’t say monkey business.”
“I’d say you’re no fun, but that would be a big fat lie. Finance.”
I laugh because he must be joking. That’s a tough major.
He arches one brow in that way he does which makes you question whatever you’re thinking.
“You’re serious?”
“As an accountant.”
I laugh for real this time. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want an easy major.”
“No worries. I’m surprised myself.”
“I’m a marketing minor. That’s why I’m taking stats.”
His soft smile turns into a yawn that he tries to cover with his hand. “Sorry.” He chuckles, reaching a hand out to twirl a lock of my hair in his fingers. “It’s not you. I played hard tonight.”
“Did you win?”
“You’re going to have to make an effort to follow UNH hockey if you’re going to be spending time with me.”
“Yes, sir. I’m now officially your biggest fan. Congratulations on the win. I bet you scored a goal.”
“I did.” His grin is lopsided, showing his one dimple and I’m about to make myself comfortable in his arms when he yawns again.
“You’re tired. I should have known—”
“No. I’m fine.” He wraps an arm around me and nuzzles my neck.
His breath and the touch of his hot mouth sear my skin and the heat spreads like I’m kindling catching fire.
I almost sink into him because I want more of him, to make him burn until he explodes into flames while I watch like a firebug needing to witness the conflagration, to see him wild the way he makes me.
The sound of car doors and laughter outside stirs my brain, restoring some unwilling function.
“Trick, wait.” I say the words I’m supposed to say, but I don’t move. “As much as I want to… do all those things, this isn’t the right time. Not yet.”
“You sure about that?” He kisses the corner of my mouth, lingering just long enough to make my brain stutter.
I nod, not trusting my words.
He backs up, putting some space between us and studies me, his eyes intense and unnerving. I’ve seen this look before, but never aimed at me, usually aimed at someone he’s opposing, sizing them up.
“This isn’t a game, Trick. I want a real, deep down connection, not just a physical one.”
He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then he cups my face with his hands. “I know that. It’s just—I’m very extremely excited to connect with you physically.” We both smile. “I can wait, as long as you need, but I’m hoping it’s not for long.”
His gravelly voice does things to me and I almost forget why I’m bothering to wait at all. “You’re so sinfully sexy, did you know that?”
“Don’t say things like that to me. Not when I’m trying—” he drops his hands from me and moves away from me. “Maybe I should go home now.”
“Home? All the way to your parents?”
He nods.
“I’m sorry. I meant for you to stay here tonight, to snuggle together and be close and connected because we’ve had so little chance to share each other’s space in all the time we’ve…
” I wave a hand, not sure anymore what we’ve had as our past catches up to the present, confusing me because my feelings are more vivid now and, at the same time, unreal.
“Been flirting?”
I let out a nervous laugh and nod. “I guess you could call it that, whether I was conscious of it or not. I’ve always wanted you. There’s something about you, Patrick Jennings.”
“Ditto, Sofia Rossi. And I’m going to make it my business to find out what that something is, but not tonight.”
I nod again as he stands, straightens his goods again, unapologetically. He even has the audacity to smirk and give me a wink as he cups his junk.
I laugh and pick up the book from the floor, clutching it to my chest automatically as he shrugs into his hoodie.
He leans down to kiss me, sliding his hand into my hair, cradling the back of my head and opening me up for a deep, wanton kiss, the kind that curls my toes and makes me whimper.
“Oh baby, don’t make those noises if you want me to leave.” His whisper against my ear sends a shiver racing down my spine, leaving me wordless, wanting him and wondering why I’m waiting.
He straightens at a deliberate, almost painful pace, his eyes holding mine in a molten stare, his electric blue eyes mesmerizing me, and I understand why girls at UNH—and everywhere he goes—find him irresistible.
“I’ll see you in Stats on Monday.”
I nod, and he leaves. Standing in my bedroom door, I watch him step outside and pull the back door closed behind him. Shivering at the rush of frigid air, I sag against my bedroom door jamb as I hear the solid click of the door latch and sudden cold silence.
I’m gone.
I need to get my shit back together before anyone finds out. Especially him.