Back at the dorm, the second the door clicked shut, Dare’s voice dropped to that dangerous register that always turned my knees to pudding.
“Leave it on,” he said.
I froze halfway through tugging his jersey off. My arms fell to my sides.
He leaned back against the door, watching me with that dark, satisfied look that said he already knew how this was going to end. Then he crooked a finger.
“Come here, Truen.”
And that was it. My body obeyed before my brain did.
When he touched the front of the jersey, his fingers were slow and reverent, stroking the silky fabric as if it were my cock. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I thought maybe I did, but I wanted him to show me anyway.
“I used to imagine this,” he murmured. “You. In my jersey. Looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I whispered.
“Like you trust me.”
God, I did. Even after everything. Maybebecauseof everything.
“Like you want me,” Dare added.
That too.
His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “I wanted this so bad back then,” he said. “But I didn’t know how to want it right.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m scared all the time,” he said, voice breaking into a smile, “but I’m doing it anyway. You belong to me,” he whispered fiercely. “Not in the way I used to think. Not like something to claim. Like someone I’d burn for.”
When he backed me toward the bed, it wasn’t frantic; it was worshipful. His hand slid beneath the jersey, spreading wide over my ribs.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured. “Choosing to wear this today.”
I groaned, helpless.
“Take it off?” I breathed.
He lifted it halfway, then stopped, eyesdark. “No. Not yet.”
“Dare—”
“Let me keep you mine a little longer.”
His teeth grazed my throat. Dare kissed to unravel me. His tongue teased the corner of my mouth before he deepened it. When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless.
Dare tugged the jersey up slowly but then he stopped halfway, bunching it under my arms.
“Leave it like this.”
He went down on me, his hot mouth blazing a wet trail over my heated skin, but it wasn’t just lust; it was devotion. Every touch deliberate. Every moan drawn out, wanting to make it last forever.
“Trying to pace myself,” he rumbled, palming his dick. “But when I finally get inside you, I won’t be gentle.”
My breath stuttered. “Then take me.”
