I turn backward, looking at him over my shoulder.
He’s looking at my bare back, his eyes dancing over my skin.
I give him the finger. “I don’t have that many freckles. Seems like you’re the one who’s obsessed with me, not the other way around.”
He bites his thumb, then finally tears his gaze away from my skin. “Mmm. I have a question. How did you really find my Camboy account, boyfriend?”
My skin goes molten again when he calls me that word.
Boyfriend.
Something no one’s ever called me before… and it’s coming from his lips.
I clear my throat and try to remember how to speak.
“I’ve been addicted to that dumb site for years,” I tell him. “Noticed your tattoo in a thumbnail and the rest is history.”
I’m putting a hand through one arm of the fresh T-shirt when I suddenly feel his hand close around my wrist.
“Keep your shirt off,” he says softly.
I pause and look at him.
“What?”
He pulls at my arm, bringing me closer to him. He tilts his head to one side, looking at my chest, then my abs, and back up to my eyes. He loosens his grip on my wrist, but keeps his hand there.
“I’ll be your boyfriend for the winter parties. But I want things, too.”
His hand moves an instant, putting his palm firmly against the front of my chest. All at once, he pushes me backward until my ass lands on the edge of my bed.
Oh God.
Holy fuck.
Suddenly he’s above me.
Straddling me again, but this time it’s very different than our fight downstairs. I swallow hard, trying to breathe evenly as my world is filled with him.
He towers over me in this position.
Like I’m a supplicant and he’s my king.
His legs are warm and heavy on top of my thighs. The mattress sinks under our weight, and Niko’s surrounding my whole field of vision for the second time tonight.
I realize it like a jolt through my whole fucking body.
I want him.
I’ve wanted him since the first fucking time he gave me that icy look during our first game against each other.
I don’tlikehim, but when he’s on top of me like this it doesn’t matter what I like or don’t like. Every cell in my body is responding to his touch, and my cock is throbbing like it’s Pavlov’s fucking dog, because I guess I really am that goddamn desperate.
My ass feels like it’s close to sliding off the edge of the mattress for a second, and Niko can tell. He pushes me back a little further, using the weight of his body to anchor my thighs to the bed.
Every thud of my heart is like a war drum.
Having him straddle me like this makes it far too easy to imagine being in this position for a different reason.
