Chapter 18 Maya
EIGHTEEN
MAYA
Without Reagan here for buffer, it’s impossible to resist the tension that’s been building between me and Easton throughout breakfast with his sneaky touches. He keeps brushing against me while we wash up.
I thought he was going to tear my clothes off the minute Reagan left for class, but after being all seductive saying we’re alone, he turned on the sink. My neck still tingles from those torturous stolen kisses, and I want more.
He glances at me. “Are you going to tell Reagan?”
“I will. We tell each other everything. Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you in a weird spot.”
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re going to talk to her. Want me to go with you to campus security?”
“I’ll stop by after class. And yes, before you insist again, I’m going to get the locks changed.”
“And?” he prompts.
“And stop hiding my spare outside.”
“Good girl.”
“It’s morning,” I point out again.
Easton accepts the plate I hand him to dry. His eyes hood, moving over me in a slow perusal that makes me rub my thighs together.
I tilt my head to the side, peering up through my lashes. “Reagan won’t be back for a while. I don’t have to go to my morning class because I already submitted my paper early before break. So…”
His tongue swipes across his lower lip, then he sets aside the last plate on the drying rack. I angle my body to face his, more than ready for him to take care of the unbearable ache between my legs.
He doesn’t swoop in to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. Or crush my body to his. Or toss me over his shoulder to take me to bed, like all of the spicy romance books I borrow from Reagan promise.
Rather than any of that, he rests his hips against the island, widening his stance so there’s not as much of a height difference between us.
Holding my gaze, his hand pushes beneath his shirt to do that irresistibly sexy thing guys do when they scratch their torso with long, slow strokes. It gives me a tantalizing flash of his abs. Desire burns through my veins and my throat goes dry.
God, he’s so hot.
And I want him.
I resisted that truth for far too long, but I’m not denying it any longer.
“Are you going to make me spell it out?” I step into him, sliding my palms up his firm chest.
He gives me a slow grin. “Spell what out?”
My mouth pops open. I know what he’s doing. He’s holding out on me so I’ll be the one to make the first move after he got me all hot and bothered.
Part of me wants to turn it back around on him to see who breaks first, but I don’t want to play around anymore. I want this too much.
Rising on tiptoe, I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him down for the kiss I’m craving. My breath hitches as my nipples graze the hard planes of his body through the shirt I stole from him.
His chuckle ghosts across my lips when he breaks the kiss, sliding his palms up my back to hold me closer. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I lift higher on my toes to press my lips to the corner of his mouth, encouraging him to take it further.
Again, he stalls. I release a frustrated noise that makes him rumble in amusement. He tips my chin up, watching me.
“You sure you want me, Maya?”
His gritty tone goes right to my core, sparking a pulse of desire. My fingers curl around the sides of his warm up jacket, tugging insistently.
“Yes.”
His mouth curves into a devastating smile. “Can I take you to your room?”
Finally. “Yes.”
I yelp as he bends, throwing me over his shoulder. Laughter bubbles out of me while arousal coils tighter in my stomach. He smacks my ass.
When he drops me on the bed, he pauses for a minute, admiring the sight of me sprawled out for him. After shrugging off his jacket, he crawls over me, one leg fitting between my thighs.
I moan against his mouth when he kisses me, shamelessly grinding against his leg. His mouth moves relentlessly against mine, intent on taking me apart.
Arousal spirals through me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else, already so turned on.
Not only is Easton a good kisser, but everything with him feels more intense. His touch when his big hand massages my waist before sliding beneath my shirt to tease my breast. The weight of his sculpted body over mine. His scent surrounding me, driving me wild with desire. All of it.
It’s like my body was asleep with everyone else, and it’s finally awake with someone who knows what I need before I have to voice what feels good for me.
The thought makes my throat sting for a moment before Easton distracts me by circling my sensitive nipple with his thumb as his tongue glides against mine. I arch, clamping my thighs around his.
My pussy throbs with need. It’s crazy, but I’m so close to coming just from making out with him while he presses his thigh against me.
A ringtone filters through the haze of pleasure. It takes a minute to register that my phone’s going off at the worst possible time.
My gut clenches. The last time I ignored a phone call, it was bad news about Grandpa that I had to hear about by text.
I put my hand on Easton’s chest. “Wait, wait.”
He stills, pressing his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
I sit up, brushing hair from my face as I grab my phone. When I read the screen, I scrub a hand over my face.
“It’s Ryan. If I don’t answer, he’ll keep blowing my phone up.”
Easton rises on his knees, catching my wrist before I answer my phone. “Make him wait and wonder who his sister’s with.”
My eyes close as he kisses me. His fingers sink into my hair and tug just hard enough to stir an answering throb in my clit.
I break away, trying to catch my breath. “He only calls me on FaceTime when it’s important. It might be about my grandpa.”
He sobers, nodding. “Okay.”
Covering his face when he tries to slide in next to me, I push him down out of frame and answer. He folds his arms behind his head while I wait for it to connect. My attention snags on his erection tenting his pants, and that’s the moment my brother answers.
“Why is your face all red? Were you working out?”
“What? No.” I clear my throat. “What is it? Is Grandpa okay?”
“Yeah, last I heard from Dad. That’s not why I called.”
I blow out an irritated sigh, wishing I hadn’t answered his call. “What’s up?”
“I have an away game at UConn this Saturday. Want to come?”
I rub the space between my brows. “You called about that? Seriously?”
Easton snorts, I throw a pillow at him. He catches it and blows me a kiss.
“Is someone with you?” Ryan asks.
“No,” I answer sharply. “I can’t go to your game, sorry. I’m busy.”
Ryan narrows his eyes. “You’re not seeing Blake again, are you?”
Easton’s face splits in a cocky grin. I press my lips together, shifting around so I don’t break and give us away.
“We’re—” I falter over the truth, aware of him hiding out of sight. “—friends, Ryan. Get over it.”
Easton hums low enough that I hope the phone doesn’t pick it up. He edges into my field of view, staying out of frame stretched along the edge of my bed while sliding his hands over my lower half. My breath catches when his fingers delve between my legs to cup me through my leggings.
Cheeks flaming, I fling my leg out. He overbalances and tips off the side of the bed, thumping to the floor with a grunt.
“Shit!” I squeak.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks suspiciously.
“Nothing. I thought I saw a spider on my bed,” I blurt. “I have to go—bye.”
I hang up on him, covering my face.
“Did you just push me off the bed?”
“My brother was on the phone, what did you expect me to do when you touched me like that?”
Easton rolls onto his back on the floor, tucking an arm behind his head. “Take your shirt off and come kiss me better.”
“Oh, come on. You get hit harder in a game.”
“Fine, no playing doctor. How about we play with this, then?” He reaches beneath my bed and takes out the box covered in cat stickers.
My eyes widen. I’m not ashamed to own vibrators and other toys, but I brace for what inevitably happens when guys discover them. I hate having to deal with bruised egos because I’m better at getting myself off with a toy than with any guy.
He didn’t have any problems last night, my mind supplies.
“Easton—”
He opens it, eyes gleaming. “Oh, hell yeah.” He waves the lid at me. “This is adorable. I like that you put cat stickers on your pussy box.”
I blink. “I—my what?”
Blowing out a breath, I pop off the bed to take it from him, but he holds it out of reach. I prop my hands on my hips.
“What, you think girls don’t like some me time between classes? We get horny, too. And these get the job done better than anything you could do to me.”
“I love that you have them. It’s sexy.” He shoots me a crooked smirk that freezes me in place. “No one’s ever used them on you?”
I shake my head, face growing hot at the thought.
“You know, hockey is all about your dynamic with the team. There’s no one guy on the ice—we’re all the team when we score, when we attack, and defend.
I’m a team player, baby. I know how to work with my teammates.
” He selects my favorite vibrator, meeting my wide eyes.
“These right here are my partners in crime, not the enemy. I want to use them while I play with you.”
My stomach dips pleasantly. He’s the first guy I’ve ever met who doesn’t hate the sight of my vibrator or think of it as competition. Rather than be afraid of a girl with sex toys, he accepts it enthusiastically.
“Okay.”
He gets to his feet, stepping into me. I’m lost when he kisses me, vaguely aware of the vibrator landing on the bed behind us. As his tongue makes me dizzy with each stroke, he works the Heston University t-shirt up.
The cool air makes my nipples harden. We pause for him to whip the shirt over my head, then he strips out of his.
I bite my lip and skim my fingertips over the sculpted planes of his chest while he’s captivated for a moment by my bare tits.
He cups them, making me bite back a soft noise of pleasure as he teases them.