His fingers intertwine with mine. “Don’t worry, Van. You can have your way with me as many times as you like, and anytime you want me naked, all you need to do is ask.”
“The same goes for me.”
When we hit a red light, he looks over and gives me a wicked grin. “I was really hoping you’d say that. There are a lot of things I want to do to you, Van.” His eyes slowly run over me, making me feel like I’m still naked and splayed open before him. “So many things.”
“Such as?” I ask.
Before the light turns green, he says, “Well, for starters, I’d really like us to have sex.”
I laugh because as much as we’ve shared over the last week, we still haven’t done that.
“That’s definitely number one on the list,” I agree. “I want to see you in the shower,” I say. “I have images of you wet and naked, and I need to see it in real life.”
“Same,” he says, “so you have to be in the shower with me.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“It’ll work out perfectly, because shower sex is also on my to-do list,” he says.
“What a coincidence,” I say in mock surprise. “Me, too.”
He grins and lifts my hand to kiss it. “We’re very compatible.”
“We are,” I agree.
The rest of the ride back to my sorority house is spent in a comfortable silence. I look out the window, watching the city pass by while Niki softly strokes my hand. When it’s time to say goodnight, it’s obvious neither one of us wants to.
“Just one more night,” I whisper against his lips. “Better rest up, Niki. You’re going to need it.”
He laughs and slides his hand down to cup my ass, pulling me closer in the small interior of his car. “I invite you to do your very worst.” His lips graze over mine, sending a shiver of pleasure all through me. “I want a very sore dick by the time you’re done with me, Van.” The nip he gives my bottom lip has me letting out a soft moan. “I’m counting on it.”
By the time I walk inside, I’m feeling ridiculously happy and antsy and more than a little loopy from hormones that may never calm down again.
“That’s exactly how I’d be looking if I had a boyfriend like yours.”
I look over to see Miss Francis sitting on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn in her lap. She gives me a mischievous grin before saying, “Enjoy every second of it, honey. That boy is obviously crazy about you.”
“I’m pretty crazy about him too,” I tell her.
She smiles and grabs a handful of popcorn. “You’re a lucky girl. I have to be content watching smut on TV.”
“Hey, you could go out there and find a guy in a second,” I tell her, meaning every word of it. Even in her sixties, Miss Francis is a beautiful woman, and she’s fun to be around. She can be intimidating, but there’s a warmth about her that makes it impossible to not like her.
She laughs at my suggestion and shakes her head. “That sounds like a lot of work. I’d rather sit on my ass and eat popcorn and watch hot guys on TV.”
“As long as you know there are other options if you want them,” I say. “You’re a hottie, Miss Francis. If you ever want to hit the clubs, let me know. We can get all the sisters together and go out one night.”
She grins at the idea. “Maybe. I’ll let you know if I’m ever up for it.”
I tell her goodnight and then head to my room. I text Niki to let him know I’m about to go to sleep, and then I wash my face and curl up under the covers.
Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough.
Chapter 13
Nikita
After what has to be the slowest-moving night and day of my life, I’m finally sitting outside the education building, waiting for Savanna’s last class to end. I drove the Porsche so we can put her bags in the trunk, and it’s getting a few stares from the students walking by. I got here early and found a parking spot in the small lot outside her building. The angle gives me a clear view of the main set of doors, and as soon as I see her step out, I pull around the loop, so I can meet her at the curb.
