“Thanks, Ivy.” My throat thickened, and I wanted to yank her against me and kiss her senseless. That was another thing I had after a win—adrenaline. I needed to release it. There were a few options of how, but all I needed was to see her.
I checked around us and mouthedroom number.
She shrugged and walked away, swaying her hips more than usual. Her athletic pants hugged her ass, and a blast of heat went through me. She high-fived the other players, looking so natural and a part of the team. It made me happy. She fit in here, and I wanted her to know it.
I just had to survive the post-game talk from Coach and turn down a night of partying without drawing attention to myself. Then, I could sneak into her room.
It wasan hour later by the time I stood outside Ivy’s door, knocking softly. She texted me her room number twenty minutes ago, and I could finally relax. My skin buzzed with anticipation at seeing her and sneaking into her room like old times. Only now, I’d touch her.
“Hurry, get in.” She grabbed my shirt and yanked me inside. She shut the door and leaned against it, her eyes wide, and her glasses slid down her nose. “I feel so naughty letting you come in here.”
“Holy shit, Ivy.” My stomach about bottomed out. She woreshortshorts and a thin tank top without a bra. I’d been so used to seeing her in work clothes or that damn dress, but this was hot. “Look at you.”
“Oh.” She crossed her arms and blushed. “I’m in my pajamas. That’s lame. I was tired and wasn’t sure?—”
“No, I love these.” I stepped toward her and uncrossed her arms. Her nipples poked through the material, and I sucked in a breath. “They’d be so easy to take off,” I whispered, teasing the hem of the tank top.
Her breathing hitched, and she swallowed. “Do you want to take them off?”
My gaze sought hers with my heart in my throat. “Yes. I want to do that more than breathe.”
Her lips parted, and she nodded. “Okay.”
Before I could get another word in, she yanked off her tank top. Just, flung it off in one motion. Ivy,my Ivy,stood there without a shirt. Her small, perfect tits were bare for me. The rosy buds were tight and pebbled and absolutely gorgeous. My fingers twitched, and my mouth watered with the urge to touch them, taste them. “Ivy.” My voice came out husky and thick because holy shit.
My dick was a rod. Between the adrenaline and her whipping her shirt off? I was barely holding on.
She breathed hard, and a blush covered her neck as she bit her lip. “You can… touch me.”
“Do you want me to?” My self-control was commendable. I should win awards for this because holy shit, she was so sexy. The hint of tattoo from her hip peeking out?Fuck me.“Baby, I’m struggling right now. I…I didn’t come here for this.”
“What?” She blinked, and all the color left her face. “Oh god.”
“No, no, no, no.” My damn mouth had gotten the best of me. She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her tits, and I tugged her arms away. “Baby, no. I meant I came to kiss you. Talk. That was it. No expectation for more if you weren’t ready. I’m so into you it’s insane. I promise.”
“Okay.” She exhaled, relief evident on her face. “Then you should kiss me right now.”
“Oh yeah?” I grinned. Her voice was needy, husky.
She nodded and tugged my T-shirt off. I helped her and set mine on the floor next to hers. It felt big thatshetook that move. That she wanted my shirt off. Suddenly, I had no idea how much experience she had. Was she a virgin? Did she know what she liked? The thought of showing her how good it could feel made me feral.
“I love watching you play, but when you dominate the field? It’s so hot.” Her breath hit my chest as she ran a finger down my chest and stomach. My cock bulged against my sweats, and she gasped when she reached it. “Can I see you?”
“You want to see my cock?”
She nodded. If I pulled it out, and she touched me, I’d be done. All control gone.
“Don’t you want me to kiss you first?” I tipped her chin up with one hand and set the other right over the center of her chest. Her heart beat like a hummingbird under my palm, and I gently moved it over her nipple. I cupped her breast, then tweaked her nipple.
She let out the sexiest little gasp.
“I have so many questions for you, Ivy.” I lowered my mouth and kissed her jaw, up her neck toward her ear. “You’ll see my cock tonight, okay? But I’ve been dreaming about you like this for far too long. Can my reward be seeing you and learning what you like?”
She shuddered and gripped onto my shoulders. “I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.”
“I can help with that.” I chuckled softly as I kissed her collarbone. “But first I’m setting you on the bed. I’m sure your knee is aching.”
I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my middle, my erection pressing into her. She rocked against me, and I smacked her ass. “Behave.”
