“Are you always so honest?” Her voice came out all throaty and husky, and she leaned closer to me. I wasn’t sure she knew what she was doing, but I liked it.
“Yes. I try to be.” I stared at her lips. “I’m thinking about your mouth again.”
She sucked in a breath and looked at the sky, stretching out her smooth neck and not helping my growing attraction to her. “I can’t catch feelings for you.”
“I’m not trying to throw them at you.”
I wasn’t. Not really. I didn’t want my heart involved either. Emotions were messy and made my chest feel tight, and I had enough sadness in my life. Light and easy was best, with only a small handful of people getting into that inner circle. Like Ryann. Like the team back east.
Like Naomi.
Nope. I slammed my eyes shut and mentally tossed her from that inner circle. When I opened them again, she looked stressed.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and steadied her gaze with me, a moment passing between us that felt heavier than just sitting and relaxing in the sun. Students were all around the quad, enjoying the Tuesday afternoon and the gorgeous weather. Music blared from a group of people a few yards away, and someone mowed the lawn on the south side. But that all faded into the background when Naomi looked at me with her brown eyes, like she could see into me.
There were a million reasons why I should’ve been freaked out, but I wasn’t. She already knew most things about me. I didn't put on the show around her that I did with everyone else, and instead of running from it, I liked it.
“Do you live far from here?” she asked, her chest flushing. She chewed that lip again, and when her nostrils flared and she eyed my body, I got the message.
Fuck, I wanted to bite that lip until she came.
“Ten minute walk. Shorter if we run.”
“I’m not running, but let’s walkfast.”
My blood pumped like it was working overtime as she picked up her books. My fingers itched to peel that tight tank off her body and remind her how good I was with my mouth. I’d start on the couch, then my bed. I’d take her hair down so I could see it all over my pillow.Shit.My cock hardened in my running shorts. She was taking too damn long, so I hoisted the rest of the books and shoved them into her bag, not bothering to zip it all the way.
“Wow, look at you being gentlemanly,” she said, a mischievous grin on her lips.
“We both know that’s not why I did that.”
Her eyes flashed with understanding, and she pulled on the hem of her shirt like she was nervous. “Lead the way, Reiner.”
She spoke with confidence, and I held out my hand, just to make sure she didn’t change her mind. It had nothing to do with connecting with her and everything to do with how badly I wanted to see her body. Saturday was just a tease, and maybe I’d get over this insane need for her after sleeping with her.
A fuck her out of my head plan. That always worked well.
She placed her palm against mine, sending a ripple of electricity up my arm. Just from her skin on mine. We stood there, her backpack on my arm and her hand in mine, and every cell on my body burned with need, want, desire.
We took two steps toward my place when Cami fucking Simpson walked into view from the south end of the quad. She wore a tiny outfit that I could only describe as an overall dress and little else. She eyed our hands and looked at Naomi, her eyes wide and nervous. Of all the fucking times she could’ve appeared. Right now? When I was minutes away from tasting Naomi again? My dick was hard as fuck, and my left eye twitched with irritation.
What a cockblock.
God. My jaw clenched, and I could feel Naomi pulling away. Not just physically, but emotionally. Her eyes got misty, and she stilled.
“Hey,” she said, the emotion in her voice almost too much to hear. Her grip on my hand tightened, like my fingers held the answer.
Cami’s attention moved to my chest for a beat before she grinned. “I can see you’re busy.”
“No, no.” Naomi almost jumped away from me. Rationally, I knew it wasn’t personal. This was Coach’s other fucking daughter. The second most dangerous person to see usholding hands.Fuck.
I didn’t want Naomi to be in a worse situation because of me, so I handed her the bag. She eyed me with want and regret, and I squeezed her shoulder.
“This is more important. I’ll be fine.”
She looked down at my waist, and for one second, my dick twitched. She took the bag from me and sighed. “I’ll call you to talk about theproject.”
I nodded, unable to be upset with her when I could feel the hurt pouring from her sister. My goddamn libido was out of control, and I wanted nothing more than to have Naomi naked in my bed for a full day, but her family mattered. With a small wave, I winked and took off in the other direction. I raced home and didn’t do more than grunt in greeting at Freddie before going straight to my shower.
