Needing to connect us, to ensure I’ll be able to find her after this night is over, I reach for her other hand. “Can I have your phone?”
Jenny nods and passes it over.
I hate letting go of her hand, but it must be done. I program my number into her address book, along with my email address. Then, I take a picture of my hand while flipping the bird and send it off in a text to my phone so I’ll have her number when I get home.
Jenny gives me the most dubious look ever as I hand the phone back. “Um, why did you just take a picture of your middle finger with my phone?”
“I just programmed my number in and sent the picture to my phone. The guys will most likely have broken into it by now and will be looking at my texts.”
Looking down at the screen, Jenny laughs as another text comes through. “Wow, you are right. They sent a response back.”
She turns the phone so I can see it, and there is a picture of what has to be Wallace’s ass. No one else on the team has that much hair. All I can do is shake my head and laugh, because these guys truly are idiots.
“Let’s give them something to ponder.” Jenny scooches in right next to me, swings her legs over my lap, and circles her arms around my neck. Before I can ask what she’s doing, she holds up the phone as far as her arms will allow, presses her lips to my cheek, and snaps the picture.
She lowers the phone, and I turn my head to look at her beautiful face. “Don’t send that yet. Wait until tomorrow morning. That is just for me.”
Our lips are so close I can feel the condensation from her breath gathering on my skin. Fuck, I want to kiss her in the worst way. But if I’m right about this girl and what she might come to mean to me, I refuse to have our first kiss happen on the porch outside an orgy. She deserves better.
However, nothing on this planet could keep my hands from sliding up her bare legs. The night is warm, the spring semester coming to a rapid close and summer seeming to hang just out of reach. Her simple jean skirt has ridden up slightly from our position, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the black shadow at the junction of her thighs. All I would have to do is slip my fingers between her pressed together legs and push up to feel that mysterious place I’ve seen only in porn.
Not yet, I remind myself. Not here. I’ll have her; there is no doubt in my mind. But it will be in my bed, where no one else can hear, see, or smell her reactions to me.
I pull my eyes away and make contact with hers. Jenny is breathing in these short little pants that remind me of a cat in heat. Her eyes are fire and smoke, begging me to take her, to make her feel things the both of us have only dreamt about.
Thankfully, just as I’m about to say “Fuck it” and take a taste of her perfect mouth, headlights sweep over us.
Jenny pulls back, her cheeks flaming even brighter, but I don’t know whether it is from embarrassment or arousal. The crunch of tires over gravel stops right in front of our spot on the porch, and Jenny hops down, making her way over to who I assume is her roommate.
“Why the hell are you all the way out here? What is this place?” A girl’s voice calls out from the driver’s side window, though the headlights are preventing me from seeing who the voice belongs to.
Looking back over her shoulder at the building, Jenny laughs in a way that makes my chest tight. So light and carefree, despite the shitty night she just had. “Trust me, Mon. You don’t want to know.”
I follow behind Jenny, climbing into the back seat of the Honda Fit. She tries to protest, to get me to sit up front, but no way in hell is that happening. Jenny deserves the best, always. I can just barely squeeze my body into the minuscule car, but manage, and despite the discomfort, I smile knowing she is happy up front.
“Spencer, this is my roommate, Monique. Mon, this is the stranger I picked up on my date tonight.” Jenny laughs at her own joke, and I have to squelch the desire to reach up and tickle her side, just to hear that laugh a little more.
“Okay. There is a story here, and you are telling me on the freaking long-ass drive back to campus.” A serious girl with dark skin and long dreadlocks inspects me from her twisted position in the front. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed that this guy is the freaking quarterback of our football team. You may be oblivious to sports, but I have a cousin on the team and have gone to every game, remember?”
“Oh, there is definitely a story. I’m just not sure you will believe me.” Looking back at me over her shoulder, Jenny gives me a wink, then launches into the details of her night and how we met.
Monique’s jaw is on the floor pretty damn fast.
